Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2010 23:37:54 EDT
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: JENNY Spankings 10

JENNY Spankings 10
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Ellen said, "You did very well. Now I'm going to go and  leave you two to
be naughty. Here is a little present, a dozen condoms. You  don't have to
use them all tonight. This big bed was bought just for you, so you  two enjoy.
Wake up any time you want, and do whatever you want when you do,  which
will probably be more fucking. Try to get at least a few hours  sleep." She
left.
Derek was taken completely by surprise. "She actually  invited us to make
love, and I can stay all night."
Jenny was hot as hell. "Pull my nipple clips, sweetheart.  OHH, harder,
OHHHHH. Get your clothes off, put on one of the presents mom gave  you and get
into me doggie style. My pussy is dripping."
Derek followed instructions. Soon he entered her from the  back. He gave
her nipple clips two firm pulls. "Oh, darling, being inside is so  much nicer
than hand play, but I don't think I'm going to last long."
Jenny was moving her ass, as much as she could with the  cuffs on, "Honey,
how do you think I feel? All the way in darling. Pull on my  tits. OHH,
darling, pull harder, push harder, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She had her  cum and
Derek joined her. He was a bit concerned that she had fainted, but he  had
heard that could happen, although rarely during the first time. He rightly
figured it was the spanking, the tit clips and his efforts.
He went in the bathroom and removed the condom. He was  unsure what to do
with it, so he flushed it down the toilet. He cleaned himself  and went back
to Jenny. He untied her and lay on the bed with her held in his  arms.  He
kissed her gently and  pulled a quilt over the two of them. She made little
moaning sounds and  eventually woke up. She smiled at him, "That was a
keeper, sweetheart. Have I  told you how much I love you lately?"
Rhonda and Helen-Ann were waiting for Ross to get home  from a board
meeting. They had a good board of directors, with years of personal  experience in
industry, but a few of them loved to give lengthy dissertations  and the
meetings tended to run late. Ross, as he had promised, had cut back a  lot on
his activities and delegated work to others. None-the-less he was
occasionally late, especially if a board meeting was  scheduled.
Helen-Ann spoke, "We paid a small fortune for that whip,  and nobody has
used it on me."Rhonda responded, "I'd volunteer, but I don't know  how to
use one myself, and I'm sure your dad doesn't either."
Helen-Ann laughed, "With Roycee gone, I'm not sure there  are any but
private individuals who do, and I don't know any. Look, my day was  sort of
so-so and I was thinking about maybe asking for a spanking anyway. Would  you be
willing to try it on me?"
Rhonda hesitated, "If you really want me to, I suppose I  can try it.
Should we go to your room?"
Helen-Ann shook her head, "From what the girl in the  Leather Shop told me,
a whip like that is best used with the rear over a curved  object, like the
arm of an overstuffed chair, or a sofa, like we are sitting on.  Come to
think of it, dad gave me a few with the paddle over the end of this very  same
sofa, and they were pretty good ones, so let's try it. I'll get the  whip."

Helen-Ann went to her room and stripped, returning to the  den with the
whip. "Thought I might as well dress in a manner appropriate to the  occasion."
 She laughed. "I brought the cuffs and two releases. I won't be tied
down, but at least my hands and legs will be tied." Soon she was in semi-bondage
 with her ass over the end of the sofa. "Fire away. Oh, try whipping a
pillow a  few times to get the aim."
Rhonda tried the whip on a pillow a few times, then  brought it across
Helen-Ann's ass.
SPLAT! ouch. "That wasn't bad for a beginner, try some  more."
SPLAT! ouch. "Harder, mom."
SPLAT! scream. "Better. Keep  going."
SPLAT! scream.
Rhonda continued until Helen-Ann had taken ten. "Is that  enough, dear?"
Helen-Ann shook her head, "No mom. Please give me another ten,  but hard,
like you did the last few.
SPLAT! scream.
SPLAT! scream.
Helen-Ann got her twenty, and was crying when Rhonda  finished.
"How does that compare with the cane, honey?"
"Mom, it is entirely different, like the paddle and  hairbrush are
different. The whip is a lot of `thud', with some `sting', but the  cane is almost
all `sting'." She laughed, "Take off your clothes and I'll  SHOW you what
the whip feels like!"
Rhonda had been thinking that she hadn't been spanked  enough lately, so
she started to strip.
"Mom, I was kidding!"
Rhonda was nude, "I'm not. Help with these cuffs, honey."
Soon Rhonda was over the end of the sofa.
SPLAT! scream. "How was that,  mom?"
SPLAT! scream. "O-ouch, J-just  f-fine."
SPLAT! scream.
Rhonda got ten, "Do you want twenty, mom?"
Rhonda was crying too hard to talk, but she nodded.
SPLAT! scream.
SPLAT! scream.
Ross arrived home when Rhonda had taken seventeen, "Hi  dad. She has only
three to go."
SPLAT! scream.
SPLAT! scream.
SPLAT! scream.
"You did very well mom. Dad, she gave me twenty and I  challenged her, so
she got twenty too. Help her to the bedroom and I'll tell  Betsy to hold
supper a bit longer. I'll give you two an hour to fuck and get to  the table, OK?
"
Ross kissed his nude wife, who was still a bit weak  kneed. "OK, but that
is about four I owe you. Not now, we've more important  business." They
headed for their bedroom, hand-in-hand. Rhonda even forgot to  pick up her
clothes. She had something more important on her mind.
Ross hadn't forgotten the razor strop. He asked the head  of the
secretarial pool to see him in his office, "Kelsey, I'll be perfectly  frank with
you. My daughter has revealed that she needs to be spanked fairly  frequently.
We were able to purchase most of the, er, paraphernalia at a local  store,
but she was spanked with a razor strop once by the grandfather of a  school
friend. Those strops are not available any more, except perhaps in  Antique
stores. Now, I'd like you to assign one of your girls to find one or  more,
when her work load is slack."
Kelsey chuckled, "I know just the girl. Let me speak to  her and if she is
agreeable, I'll send her in. About once a week she shows up  sitting on a
pillow, and I think I know why."
Ross laughed, "She sounds ideal for the job. Send her in,  if she is
willing."
Soon a pretty little blond was shown in, "How do you do,  Mr. Ross, I'm
Laura Snyder." Ross got up and shook hands with the girl. He had  seen her
around the office for a year or more, but had never spoken to her,  "Laura,
Kelsey has outlined the, er, special assignment I need performed?"
Laura answered, "Nothing more than you are looking for a  razor strop. I am
familiar with the term, but I have never seen one except  perhaps in old
movies, where someone is being shaved. The barber goes through  some ritual of
`stropping' the razor in order to sharpen it."
Ross replied, "You have heard that they were, and still  are, used for
corporal punishment?"Laura nodded, "I would think they are in  rather short
supply by now. I doubt that Kelsey picked me out of a secretarial  pool of some
twenty five girls purely at random, sir. Apparently she is aware  that I am
`kinky' and into spankings, yet I have never seen an actual strop.  Also,
I am curious who told her."
Ross considered this, "Is `kinky' the general term for a  person who likes
to be spanked? Oh, no one told her anything, to my knowledge.  She is
observant and noticed you using a pillow in your chair about once each  week. I
suppose an obvious conclusion might be that your bottom was  tender."
Laura smiled, "Sometimes `tender' would be an  understatement! To answer
your question, let me get to your computer for a  moment." She walked to the
PC and typed in `kinky', then called up the on-line  dictionary. She quoted
part of the definition, "The dictionary says  `Unconventional Sexual
Preferences', as well as some other definitions not  applicable to our
discussion. There are many women who are turned on by being  spanked, even if the
spanking is non-consensual. Some of us admit this and some  don't. I don't
advertise the fact, but certainly won't deny it if asked."
Ross laughed, "Then I have a daughter who is kinky as  hell, and a wife who
is not too far behind."
Laura laughed too, "How lucky they are, and how fortunate  you are. I
assume you get to spank them?"
Ross said, "I sure do, although some times they trade  spankings. I find it
a turn-on myself, so I guess I must be `kinky' as well. Why  do you call
them lucky?" Laura answered, "I call them lucky since they have an
additional sexual outlet, and you fortunate since I assume you are the  beneficiary
of your wife's arousal."
Ross nodded, "I had asked her to marry me about twenty  times. My daughter
had just revealed her desire to be spanked and suggested I  spank Rhonda
until she said `yes'. I started with the paddle and after every  spank I asked
her to marry me. She continued to say `no'. I switched to the  hairbrush
and at about twenty five or so there was a long delay and she said  `yes'. I
kept spanking and asking and she kept saying `yes', except there was no
long delay. When she had her fifty I stopped and she damned near ripped our
clothes off. The sex was magnificent. Afterwards, we lay together and I
asked  her one last time and she said `yes'"  Laura smiled, "To a kinky
person, at  least, that is a very romantic story.
I hope you don't neglect her bottom since your marriage?"
Ross considered this, "I think I have. I came home the  other night to find
my daughter had been consensually spanked twenty times with  a new whip
that we hadn't tried out. By the time I got there my daughter was  whipping my
wife, at her request. They were both nude, in my study. My daughter
essentially told me to take Rhonda to the bedroom. Again, the sex was  magnificent,
not that my wife is not very adequate in bed as it is."
Laura finished his thought, "But she is even better when  aroused by a
spanking. I'm that way too. Sir, it would be my pleasure to attempt  to add a
razor strop to your collection. Where would you suggest I might find  one? I
am fairly familiar with the various sources, both local and mail order,  for
spanking implements. No one currently offers such a strap, besides it would
be better to try and get an authentic old one."
Ross responded, "It was suggested that the Antique stores  would be the
best source. Then there are Flea Markets specializing in  Collectibles, and an
old razor strop might show up there. I understand that  there are a number
of Antique shows, where several hundred shops have small  booths.  This might
turn into quite  a hunt, so I will ask Kelsey to give you extra time to
search."
Laura said, "Funny you should mention Antique shops. My  grandmother runs
one, not that I have ever seen a razor strop there, but I can  ask her how to
find other shops and shows. I rather think this isn't going to  take much
time from the job, unless I have to visit a show. I've even helped  gran sell
at shows when I was in high school, and there aren't any near here.  The
biggest are in the capitol, and generally on weekends."
Ross said, "Have Kelsey make out a petty cash request for  $1000. I'll
sign it. Talk to your grandmother and go to the next show in this  general
area, including the capitol. Come to think of it, I think the shows are
probably your best bet."
Laura shook her head, "Yes and no, sir. The shows cost a  good deal for
exhibition space so the dealers only take relatively expensive  items, or items
they know will sell readily. I know that from helping gran, but  the
dealers are very aware what they have at their shop. I'm betting I will find
several by asking at the shows, but they will be back at the  shop.
You see, sir, we are talking about an item that is  probably less than $50,
and not in great demand, so the dealer is less likely to  take it to a
show. That means a trip to the store to examine the strop. Some of  the dealers
are local to the show area, while some may come as much as several  hundred
miles."
Ross said, "Travel as much as necessary, but if you go to  a show on a
weekend, be sure to report your time, so you will be paid."
Laura laughed, "I couldn't do that sir. It's too much fun  looking at
everything at the shows. I'd just like to be paid for a plane ticket,  a
reasonable motel and a cheeseburger."
Ross laughed, "You've got a deal, Laura. Have a shake  too. Oh, we need at
least two strops. There is a sorority that wants one for  their collection."

Ross received occasional memos from Laura to the effect  that she had
called so many dealers that week, and although they did not have a  strop, they
would be looking and call her. The next big show was at the capitol  and some
two months away.
One memo stated that Laura had talked to the local  Leather Shop and been
given some excellent pointers as to what to look for in  leather. If it didn'
t feel right it was likely to crack with use. She requested  to contact the
person who had given the spankings with the strop. Ross gave her  Jenny's
number, since he didn't have one for her grandfather.
She subsequently sent him a memo stating that the razor  strop was the
worst spanking she had ever had and she would be using a pillow  for a week.
Jenny's grandfather, Jake Knox, had taught her a good deal about the  care and
appearance of leather, and she had been so turned on by the idea of
actually getting a spanking with his strop that she had requested a  demonstration.
Jake explained that his spankings were a dozen, or nothing.  She had
agreed, and got her dozen, after  which she was unable to walk, let alone drive.
Fortunately, Jenny had offered to  come with her and introduce them, so she
had help getting  home.
Ross almost forgot the matter until one memo stated  `Heading to show early
Saturday. Wish me luck'.
The following Monday Kelsey told Ross that Laura had  called and found six
dealers at the show who claimed to have razor strops at  their stores, but
none had them at the show. It would take her up to several  days to actually
see the products, since some of the shops were all over the  state. She
planned to visit two that were located right in the capitol on  Monday, then one
more that she could get to by train or a rental car on Tuesday.  She needed
instructions as to how far he wished the matter pursued. Ross told  Kelsey
to have Laura look at all six, if that was what it took to find two in  good
condition. Rent a car by all means, but do her best to succeed and not to
worry about how long it took.
It was Friday by the time Laura returned to work and  requested an
interview with Ross. She entered his office with a tote bag, "Sir,  I went a bit
overboard, but the problem was complicated by the fact that the  stores were so
far apart, in most cases. I could reject one that did not meet  the minimum
standards for cracking, but if I found one that was not too good,  but
acceptable, I was forced to buy it since otherwise I might find the next one
even worse and have to return to the same shop. Since they aren't that
expensive, a return trip would cost more than the strop.  Time and travel were
against me. I ended  up with four samples, at least two of which I think are
near perfect. I'd like  to get an opinion from Mr.  Knox,  but I am fairly
sure of these." She removed one from the bag. Ross had never  seen one close up
before.
Laura continued, "This one here sir, is typical of one in  good condition.
I measured it, just  in case you asked." She smiled, "It is 2 ½ inches
wide by 24 inches long and is  made by `REALEDGE'. It also has the stamp `
Damascus Strop' and is their model  122A. I was unable to find a catalog of this
company, or any other. One or two  shop owners thought there was a club of
some kind, and I'm not talking about a  `kinky' club, but rather one that
is composed of collectors, but I was never  able to track that rumor down."
Laura shook her head, "I'm sorry this took so long, but I  had to rent a
car and drive all over the state. In all, I visited fifteen shops,  because I'
d hear of another shop from one I visited. Not every shop attends the
shows, you know. One of the best strops came from a shop that was not at the
show, but had been recommended by a shop who had an unsatisfactory strop. The
other shop was some sixty miles in the wrong direction, but she called, and
 claimed they had one in good condition; it was. Two were in terrible
shape, and  I'm afraid I was quite angry with the shop owners. In one case I had
driven over  one hundred miles to get to a shop, only to find the strop
about ready to fall  apart."
She pulled one more out of the bag, "The shop owner who  had this one was
so embarrassed by it's poor condition that he gave it to me. It  is a `LLAMA'
 brand, but you have to look closely to see that near the top, where  the
barber hooks it to his chair. Observe the fact that it appears that several
inches are missing from the leather part, and the canvas back is even worse.
It  would do for a static display, but little else. The shop owner claimed
it had  come from an estate sale. He had purchased the entire estate, but
had never  looked closely at the strop until I got there."
Ross said, "You have done an excellent job Laura. I'm not  concerned about
the extra two you bought, and I had already authorized you to  take as much
time as you needed. Why don't you take the rest of the day off and  have
Jake take a look at these. Perhaps he could grade them, and we will keep  the
best one for ourselves. Say, I have an idea. Why not have the best one gift
wrapped and deliver it to our home Saturday afternoon. I'll introduce you
to my  wife and daughter and you are welcome to stay and watch a
demonstration. I know  Helen-Ann will want a spanking right away with it, and I expect
Rhonda will too.  In the meantime, I'll see if I can't get some lessons from
Jake tomorrow  morning. I don't suppose you have his number, do you?" She
looked in her  notebook and gave it to him.
Laura smiled, "Fine, sir. I'll see Mr. Knox today and  have the best one
gift wrapped. I think it is the one we examined, by  `REALEDGE', but his
opinion is much more educated than mine. Ah, sir, may I make  a request? If you
have time tomorrow afternoon, would you consider a volunteer?"
Ross laughed, "Your reward for all your extra work will  be a spanking?
That sounds horribly  unappreciative of me! Certainly Laura. You can tell me
if mine or Jake's are  worse." He laughed again, "What a way to reward a
hard working young  lady."
Laura was laughing too, "Not if the girl is kinky and  loves to be spanked."
 She rubbed her rear end and left.
Ross called Jake, "This is Ross Sargent, Helen-Ann's dad,  and I
appreciated your help when my secretary was visiting. Come to think of it,  I never
thanked you for my daughter's spanking either."
Jake laughed, "Oh, I've enjoyed it. Almost every week I  get a call from a
girl requesting a spanking. Some were here the weekend  Helen-Ann was
visiting the first time, some heard about the strop from friends  and some
attended the demonstration I gave at the sorority. Until a few months  ago my
strop had been collecting dust since my daughter left home when she was  about
twenty five, but she got it right up to the time she left."
Jake continued, "Laura is due here any time now to have  me examine some
she bought for your use. I really enjoyed spanking her, she  screamed so much,
but she said she hopes to get one from you tomorrow, so she  can't have one
today. She made an appointment for next week, on Saturday,  provided Jenny
can help her drive home."
Ross smiled, "That's why I called, Jake. I'll be expected  to give
spankings tomorrow and I have never even seen a razor strop until Laura  showed me
one today. Do you suppose we could practice a bit tomorrow morning?  I've
been using the paddle, hairbrush and cane at home. Oh, you mentioned
Helen-Ann visiting again?"
Jake answered, "Sure to the lessons. We can tie an old  pillow to the post
and pretend it is an ass." He laughed, "Helen-Ann has been  here several
times. One of my best repeat customers. She said you had been  waking her
every morning with two lashes of the cane. Didn't you notice her  ass?"
Ross thought back, "There was one Sunday when she almost  shot off the bed
when I gave her two with the cane. She was tied to the bed, so  she didn't
go far, and she was crying when I left. I noticed her ass, but I  thought one
of her friends had spanked her."
Jake laughed, "Could be, or it might have been the strop.  What has really
surprised me is the number of girls who keep coming back. They  scream up a
storm while they are getting it, then have trouble walking, but a  month or
so later they are back for another. At least once they have had one  they
learn to bring something to rest up on, wear a loose skirt and have someone
with them to drive home. I'll see you tomorrow, Laura just  arrived."
Later Kelsey came in. "Mr. Ross, Laura submitted her  expense report to me,
and it appears that she must have the appetite of a bird  and stay at the
cheapest motels in the state. Did you know that she drove nearly  2000 miles
hunting for your razor strop? Her motel receipts are from all over  the
state. She even saved air fare by driving the car home, since her travels  had
been taking her this way in any case. There was a small fee for dropping the
car off here, but less than air fare. I wish she could give lessons to some
of  our salesmen."
Ross laughed, "I bet she didn't even put in for weekend  pay, either."
Kelsey shook her head, "No, I spoke to her about that and she said  she had
already agreed to contribute her time, because going to the shows was  fun
anyway."
Ross thought a moment, "Kelsey, I heard that one of the  VP's was loosing
a secretary soon. I believe she is expecting and intends to  stay home in
future. Have a look at Laura's records and see if she would qualify  for the
position. She showed good sense and initiative in this search, and I'd  like
to reward her."
Kelsey returned a couple of hours later, "Sir, Laura  worked part time for
us while she was in high school and participated in our  summer training
programs. She takes night classes for a business degree. We pay  half her
tuition, in accordance with company policy. Her GPA is 4.00 from high  school and
night school. She may lack the experience of an executive secretary,  but I
would be inclined to recommend her for the vacancy. She can work with
Stella for about two months until the baby is closer to term and Steal  resigns."

Ross smiled, "Fine, I approve. Please take care of it  through personnel.  I
'll tell her  tomorrow myself. Today she is getting an expert opinion as to
which razor strop  is the best, then having it gift wrapped for Helen-Ann.
She plans to deliver the  package tomorrow afternoon at the house. I can
guarantee my daughter will want  an instant demonstration, and I invited Laura
to watch the show. She then asked  if she couldn't volunteer, and I agreed.
Now isn't that a helluva reward for all  her extra work?" Ross laughed.
Kelsey smiled, "So if she needs a pillow on Monday, it  will be your fault."

Saturday found Jake and Ross practicing with the razor  strop. The old
pillow really caught hell, but didn't complain like the  usual objects tied
to the post. After an hour, Jake called a halt and they  took a coffee
break. Jake said, "After the break I think another half  hour and you'll
be qualified to solo."
As they sat in the comfortable kitchen Jake said, "Like I  said on the
phone, I can't figure the number of repeat `customers' I get. They  leave here
barely able to walk and a few weeks are back again. Well, your  daughter is
one of them. She always has Jenny, or a girlfriend with her so she  doesn't
have to drive. Sometimes she brings a friend for a stropping too, but  they
always have a `designated driver'. Have you figured out why your daughter
needs to be spanked?"
Ross shook his head, "Hell no, I haven't figured it out,  but since I
started to spank her, she has been the sweetest daughter anyone  could ask for.
Roycee told me she was naughty before, trying to tell me she  needed love,
discipline and a spanking if she was naughty, but now she is damn  near
perfect, but still needs to be spanked. All I can say is, it works, so  let's not
try to fix it!"
Jake chuckled, "I'll drink to that." He finished his  coffee and he went
back to the barn with Ross to finish training the younger man  in the art of
ass busting.
About 2:30 PM Laura arrived with a gaily decorated box  for Helen-Ann. Ross
called a meeting in the den and introduced Laura, who  presented Helen-Ann
with the box. She eagerly opened the box and squealed, "Oh  dad, she found
one for me." She pulled out the razor strop and gave the sofa arm  a good
whack.
Laura laughed, and said, "I'd never have found it if your  father hadn't
given me a week off with pay and expenses. I finally came up with  five, if
you include one that is only good to look at. Your dad said one is for  the
sorority, so you have two left for friends."
Helen-Ann was almost jumping up and down with excitement,  "Dad, when do I
get it with this one? Now? Please? Pretty please? Oh, my poor  ass needs
this so badly!" Ross was laughing at her excitement, "Sure honey, get  the
cuffs and leave your clothes in your room. Laura is going to watch, if you  don'
t mind, and has volunteered for one after that."
Helen-Ann shouted, "Bring in an audience of thousands if  you want to, my
dad is going to bust my ass." She streaked for her room.