Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2010 17:07:16 EDT
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: JENNY Spankings 13

JENNY Spankings 13
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Rhonda ordered the bag and Bardex. She also ordered one  of the new JBL
Cascade bags that you just sat on; no hose. She had seen  Helen-Ann's bag, but
hadn't tried it yet. She and Helen-Ann visited the Leather  Shop for the
nipple clips and they bought an I-V pole at a medical supply store.
When they got home Helen-Ann hugged her mom, "All the  activity yesterday
and the talk today has sort of turned on my `hot switch'. Dad  gave you all
those spankings in the last two days and I haven't had one. I know  that you
want to get even for the way I forced you into shaving, and the way I
kidded you when we were `on display' for dad. Well, I guess you have the chance
 right now, if you've got the time."
Rhonda smiled, "Oh, am I going to blister your ass! Hey,  let's try this.
You tie yourself to  the bed and I'll use the cane, the paddle, the whip,
the strap and finish you up  with the razor strop. Oh, I forgot the
hairbrush; mustn¹t forget anything that  will hurt your ass. You go for all that
honey? Did I forget  anything?"
Helen-Ann had never turned down a spanking, although this  one was perhaps
going to be the most severe she had ever received. She rubbed  her ass, "Let'
s go mom. No, you remembered all of our toys. Oh, just one  thing.  Don't
you enjoy spanking me,  now that you are getting used to it?"
Rhonda laughed, "Oh, I love it, but I warn you that the  more you scream
the better I like it. Get your naughty ass to your room right  now, you
naughty girl. I'm going to bust your ass."
Helen-Ann was quickly stripped and tied down. It started  with the paddle,
the hairbrush, the cane, the strap, the whip and what was left  of her ass
got a long session with the razor strop.
Rhonda surveyed the battered ass in front of her. There  were even some
stripes that were bleeding. She had really enjoyed herself.  Helen-Ann had a
VERY sore ass and was going to continue to feel this one  for days. Her
daughter had cried herself out long before they got to the strop,  but she
screamed up to the end and beyond.
Rhonda spoke, "Can you talk yet, naughty girl?"
Helen-Ann shook her head.
Rhonda said, "OK, I'll cover you and come back later and  see if you need
any more. I'll leave you tied to the bed."
About an hour later Rhonda returned, "How does naughty  girl feel now?"
She moved the quilt. "Gee, look at all the skin I missed. Tut,  tut." She
picked up the whip and started on Helen-Ann's back.
Her daughter's voice returned quickly, "Not there, mom.  I've never been
whipped there. Ouch!"
Rhonda said, "Well, you are going to be whipped there  now. When I finish
there I'm going to your things. Then I turn you over and do  your tits."
Rhonda did a good job on Helen-Ann's back, then her  thighs. Her daughter
struggled a little when she was turned over, but was so  weak that Rhonda had
no trouble putting on the cuffs in this new position. "Oh,  just look at
those nice tits sticking up." She used the cane very effectively,  then the
strap on the breasts. The whip finished up the job in that area.  Helen-Ann
screamed so  nicely!
Rhonda thought she was through, but realized she had  neglected the nice
pussy staring her in the face. She sat on Helen-Ann's bed  between her legs
and gave the pussy ten good ones with the cane. More screaming.
Rhonda recalled the story she had heard about the asshole  spanking and
knew there was one place she had neglected. "Helen-Ann, I am going  to do your
asshole now, then we will be through. If I release you, will you turn  over
and hold your cheeks open?" Helen-Ann nodded. Soon Rhonda was between
Helen-Ann's legs, and BAAM! with the cane, right up her crack. Helen-Ann came
off the bed, screaming. She finally got back into position. BAAM!, right on
target. It took some time to finish this job, since Helen-Ann did a screaming
 dance with every one. Finally she had taken ten.
Rhonda was proud of her work, "Sweetheart, I really loved  doing all that
to you. Your dad has to go on a trip next week, and I'll let you  tie me to
your bed and you can do me the same way, or worse."
Helen-Ann tried to talk, cleared her throat, and finally  said, "Thank God
tomorrow is Saturday and I don't have to go to school, not that  I wouldn't
love to go to gym class showing all this damage. I have a suggestion.  We
get Betsy to help. She is a master with the paddle and she would love to
spank you. I know, I have an idea for a double-header some day and I asked her.
 She has spanked my ass, but never your ass. You and I will both be tied to
the  bed and we get it from Betsy. Jenny was bragging about the session she
and Dox  had from Betsy that way. One girl uses the cuffs and the other
girl is tied to  the first girl on one side and then to the bed.  How does that
sound so far, mom?"
Rhonda nodded, "Sounds hot, honey. Is Betsy that bad with  the paddle?"
Helen-Ann replied, "I've gotten a few good spankings from  her, and she
did a heavy duty job on Jenny and Dox. For your beating next week  we can
start with a double-header from her. I'll tie you in with the cuffs and  she can
tie the two of us together. Then she can untie me and hold your cheeks
apart so I can do your asshole with you tied down. It is simply too intense to
get it on your back door and not dance around."
Rhonda shook her head, "Hey, give me a few back there.  I'll bet I can
take them with less fuss than you did." She pulled her skirt off,  revealing no
slip or panties. "I'll put a pillow under my tummy, and lay over  the side
of the bed with my knees on the floor. That ought to give you a good  shot
at my asshole."
BAAM! SCREAM! EEOUCH!
Rhonda was dancing around the room at least as vigorously  as her daughter
had.
Helen-Ann laughed, "She said `a few'. Get your ass back  in place, naughty
mom." Rhonda was panting, but got back in place.
She said, "That sort-of surprised me. I'll do better with  the next one
and we'll define `few' as three for asshole spankings."
She was in place again. With her ass cheeks held apart,  Helen-Ann couldn't
think of a more tempting target.
BAAM! SCREAM! EEOUCH!
Rhonda danced again.
"Get your naughty ass back in place, naughty mom."
BAAM! SCREAM! EEOUCH!
Rhonda was at it again. Helen-Ann said, "I think you need  thirty with the
strop for all that noise and dancing." Rhonda finally stopped  dancing and
without saying a word she took off the rest of her clothes and was  quickly
tied to the bed.
Helen-Ann looked at her mom's ass more carefully, "Wow,  dad really did a
job on you. OK, here it comes."
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH!
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH!
Rhonda took her thirty with a good deal of screaming and  thrashing about.
She remembered,  when it was too late, that Ross only gave out a dozen, and
Helen-Ann was getting  good with the strop on Laura's ass. Of course she
was getting them back too. She  calmed down enough to ask, "How many are you
and Laura up to  now?"
Helen-Ann replied, "It's funny, but during some sessions  I seem to be
able to take more than others. We agreed to keep spanking until the  girl on
the bottom hollers `stop'. We are trying to build up our ability to take  a
big stropping, so the number isn't fixed. One session I was really hot for a
big spanking and I took fifty three, but typically I take about  forty."
Rhonda shook her head, "Another challenge. Start again  and don't stop
untill I ask you to, or I faint."
Helen-Ann nodded, "OK mom. I'll count. That way you won't  have to try to
count yourself, and if you are trying for a particular number,  you'll know
just how many you have taken."
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH! That was thirty one, here comes  another.
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH! That was thirty two, here comes  another.
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH! That was thirty three, here comes  another.
Rhonda screamed and cried, but she didn't say `stop'  until fifty five,
two over Helen-Ann's record.
Rhonda was still crying as Helen-Ann removed the cuffs.  She gently rolled
Rhonda over and put her head in mom's lap. Immediately Rhonda  opened her
legs and caressed Helen-Ann's head. It only took moments for Rhonda  to have
her cum.
As soon as she recovered, Rhonda asked Helen-Ann to get  on her back. This
hurt her back and her ass, but this was quickly forgotten as  Rhonda licked
her. God, but she was hot. She didn't last any longer than her mom  had.
Rhonda got in bed with  Helen-Ann and they rolled to their sides. This hurt
Helen-Ann when her tits  contacted her mom's tits. Oh, but they fit perfectly
together. Rhonda put the  quilt over them and they slept, tit to tit.
Helen-Ann told her mom that Laura was very interested in  having a
girl-girl scene with her, so as soon as Ross left on his business trip  Rhonda
called Laura. They talked about what they could do and decided to  restrict their
spankings to the razor strop. Rhonda was getting it occasionally  from
Ross, and it was pretty bad, but arousing. They made a date for the next  night
at Laura's place, since she had a restraining  cross.
Laura met Rhonda in the nude, like she had Helen-Ann.  Laura opened her
arms, "Get out of those clothes, honey. I need to kiss you."  Rhonda complied
quickly and the two girls embraced and kissed passionately. They  finally
broke and Laura said, "Let's go to the dungeon and spank each other,  then we
can lick pussy."
They flipped a coin and Rhonda went first. Soon Laura had  her screaming
with every lash. Rhonda took twenty two before giving in. Laura  exchanged
cuffs and was on the cross quickly. Rhonda enjoyed giving Laura's ass  a good
stropping. Laura took thirty before quitting. In moments they were on the
bed in the `69' position with Laura on the bottom. They licked, pinched and
felt  until they both started moaning. Rhonda had her cum first, but this
drove Laura  over the wall.
They rested in each other's arms for some time and  finally Rhonda left,
after exchanging a sizzling  kiss.
It was strange, but Helen-Ann decided she wanted a  spanking from someone
new, at least that night. Rhonda was out getting spanked  by Laura and dad
was on a trip. Betsy would have been glad to do her, but she  wanted someone
she had never seen before. She dressed for a severe  spanking.  Loose skirt,
no panties,  old T shirt. She drove to a fancy hotel and let the valet park
her Mercedes. She  walked into the lobby, looked around and walked out.
There were several taxi  cabs outside the hotel, so she spoke to the first
cabbie. She thought to  herself, might as well just tell him the truth, "I need a
good spanking tonight.  Do you know of someone who does that?"
The cabbie smiled, "Sure do, Miss, but it's usually the  boys asking for
that. Get in front so we can rap and we'll get out of here. I  know at least
a dozen Fem Doms. Are you a novice or experienced player?"
Helen-Ann smiled, "I once took three sessions with the  razor strop. Each
session was a dozen lashes, and I was so weak kneed I had to  be helped to
lay down. Less than an hour later I got six on my asshole with a  cane. I have
been spanked mostly by my girlfriends, my mom and my dad. I've  never been
to a professional before, so I don't know how you would rate my  experience
level. My mom gave me one the other day that involved a paddle,  hairbrush,
cane, strap, whip and razor strop. She did my ass, my back, my  thighs, my
tits, my pussy and finished up with the asshole. Oh, I've asked for  every
spanking I've ever had. I don't want you to think I am abused." She  laughed,
"I guess I am some times, but like tonight, I've gone looking for  it."
"Definitely an experienced player. Let me take you to  Mistress Zee, as she
calls herself. She really lays it on, from what I've heard.  I've picked
up some Johns that are having trouble sitting down. You can call and  I'll
come back for you, but first find out if you can get a session  tonight."
He stopped in front of an old warehouse that had been  converted to
business suites. "See the panel with the buttons, next to the door?  Push the one
that is marked `ZEE' and see if she answers."
Helen-Ann went to the door and punched `ZEE'. A woman's  voice answered, "
May I help you?"
"Yes, I have a cabbie waiting to see if you could give me  a spanking
tonight."
Ms. Zee answered, "Sure, be happy to spank a girl's ass.  I only see men's
asses all day, and sometimes all month."
"Be right back, I have to pay the cabbie." She gave him  $20, which
included a generous tip. "Give me the number to call when I've had my  ass
busted. I'd guess a couple of hours." He gave her a card.
The cabbie grinned, "I hope you get a good one lady."
Helen-Ann went back to the door and spoke into the box.  May I get in now?
The cabbie left."
"Sure, unit 108, just follow the signs. I'll buzz the  door open."
Helen-Ann followed the signs to unit 108. The door was  ajar, so she pushed
it gently and it opened. A young woman of perhaps late  twenties greeted
her, "I'm Mistress Zee. My, you look underage, which I suppose  doesn't
really matter, but the few women clients I get are generally older by  quite a
bit."
Helen-Ann smiled, with her fake ID she could pass for  twenty, but being
dressed like a high school student, which she was, changed her  appearance.  "I
'm just a bit over  eighteen." She handed Ms. Zee her driver's license.  "
My husband is Spanish, so I use the  name `Elena'. At home I am `Helen-Ann'
, which is too big a mouthful anyway."
Ms. Zee handed it back, "You are eighteen. Now,  tell me about your
spanking experiences and I'll suggest a scene for us."
Helen-Ann told Ms. Zee the same short story that she had  told the cabbie.
Ms. Zee said, "It  sounds like you are really into heavy scenes, so I guess
I don't have to ask if  you mind if I mark you."
Helen-Ann was surprised by the remark, "I don't see how  you could give me
an adequate spanking without marking me. I have every  intention of telling
mom and dad where I was and what I got. If you do a good  job, I'll be
showing my badly damaged ass to mom later on tonight. She's getting  it from a
girlfriend tonight with the razor strop, and dad is out of town."
Ms. Zee shook her head, "Sounds like a real spanking  family. Would you
tell me why you came here when you can get spanked at home?"
Helen-Ann smiled, "I'm not sure I can explain it myself,  but part of it
is that I am a great experimenter. You are a professional  spanker, and I'd
like to see what you can do to me that mom or dad or a friend  hasn't done to
me already. Also, there is the fact that dad and mom are not  available
tonight, and our friend Betsy, who is a servant, but more like a  mother, is
the only one left to spank me. I wanted to try a stranger, and one  who is a
professional."
Ms. Zee nodded, "Good enough. I'd suggest a scene largely  based on the
single-tail whip, frequently called a `bull' whip. I'm quite  experienced
with it and it is very intense. I can do only your ass, or I can do  you almost
all over, even your pussy. I have a live-in slave, so I can even get  your
ass cheeks held open for a whipping on your asshole."
Helen-Ann shuddered, "God, it hurts there, but I took ten  from mom with
the cane. Yes, Mistress, I'd like your most potent whip and I'd  like it all
over. You know, I'm scared of you hurting me, yet I want it."
Ms. Zee nodded again, "I believe we will need at least an  hour, which is
$200. Is that satisfactory? I do take Visa, believe it or not."
"Yes Mistress, I have $200 here. If we go much over that,  it is perfectly
all right, but I might have to use the card for the remainder. I  want a
spectacular spanking; perhaps a beating is more like it. I'm not  concerned
with the cost, but I still have to get back to where my car is."
Ms. Zee shook her head, "Is your car in a safe place now?  I don't want to
be worried about you driving home. Can't you have the cab drive  you there?"

"Certainly Mistress. You apparently don't think I should  drive after our
session? Oh, the car is OK. I left it at a hotel."
"I could judge that better later, of course, but I'd  prefer to know you
won't have to drive. That way I can go to your limits and  perhaps a little
beyond."
She smiled, "I'll take your advice. Oh, is this a  reliable cabbie?" She
handed Ms. Zee the card.
She nodded, "Yes, Jonnie is OK. I've only met him briefly  on the rare
occasions when clients need help to walk. I have quite a few repeat  customers
who use him. Shall we get started? I'm anxious to find out just how  much
you can take."
She led Helen-Ann into a `play room' with several kinds  of bondage
equipment. "Strip, and I'll try you in the sling first, to get your  ass warmed
up, then we'll see where we go from there."
Helen-Ann stripped and was helped into the sling, which  allowed her ass to
hang out. Her hands were strapped above her head and her feet  as well. Ms.
 Zee took off her robe,  revealing nothing underneath. "Is your ass ready
Elena?"
"Yes mistress. I'm scared Mistress, but beat the shit out  of me."
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
The first lash hit her ass. The bull whip certainly  was very intense.
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
This was worse than even the razor strop from Roycee, but  it was just what
Helen-Ann wanted.
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
Ms. Zee continued the whipping until Helen-Ann's ass  resembled raw meat.
Her slave had  come in to watch when she heard the screams. Ms. Zee said, "
Let's put her on the  spanking horse." It took the three of them to transfer
Helen-Ann to the horse.  She was unable to assist very much.
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
Her back this time!
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
After some dozen lashes Helen-Ann's back was a mess too,
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
Her right thigh.
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
Her left one.
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
Her right arm.
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
Her left one. Oh, God, the slave was opening up her ass  cheeks.
ZIP! Nooooooo, ARGHHHHHHHH!
Her asshole was thoroughly  cooked.
They managed to move her to a cross, with her front  exposed for the whip.
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
Her left tit felt like it was ruined for life.
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
Now her right one.
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH! Nooooooo.
The whip hit her firmly on the pussy. The slave took an  active role. She
went in from the back and caned Helen-Ann on the ass, over the  marks of the
whip. Short, vicious taps that hurt terribly. Then on her back, her  tits
and pussy. Ms. Zee saw some unmarked flesh on the front side of Helen-Ann's
thighs.
ZIP! EEEEEEEOUCH!
She soon fixed that. They took her off the cross and put  very heavy cuffs
on her ankles. They wrapped cloth around her ankles first. They  connected
her to an electric winch in the ceiling and in no time she was in
upside-down suspension. Her wrists were cuffed and roped to the floor. Ms.  Zee and
the slave went all over her  again. Her ass got it, her back, her thighs, her
tits and her pussy. If it  wasn't the whip it was the cane.
Ms. Zee spoke, "Almost finished, dear. You have done  very well." The
slave and Ms. Zee went around back. This time Ms. Zee  held open her ass cheeks
and the slave hit her asshole with the cane.
BAAM! EEEEEEEOUCH! Nooooooo
BAAM! EEEEEEEOUCH! Nooooooo
BAAM! EEEEEEEOUCH! Nooooooo
BAAM! EEEEEEEOUCH! Nooooooo
At fifteen lashes Helen-Ann fainted. She came to in  another room. It
seemed she hurt everywhere. The slave was with her, "That was a  more intense
scene that I have seen a girl take." She tentatively kissed  Helen-Ann on the
mouth. She was kissed back. "I hope you will come  again."
Ms. Zee entered, "I called for your cab. I went way over  the hour, but I
enjoyed myself so much that I won't charge you. Will you please  come back?
I put two of our cards  in your fanny pack, along with the cabbie's card.  I'
ll get the wheel chair and Penny will  help you dress. We will deliver you
to your cab."
Helen-Ann could hardly talk, "T-t-thank y-y-you  M-M-Mistress."
There was a buzzer going off briefly. Ms. Zee picked up a  phone. It was
the cabbie. They wheeled her out of the suite and stopped next to  the cab.  "
Hi Jonnie. Elena had  quite a session, so you are to drive her home." She
took Helen-Ann's license and  gave it to him. "That's the address, Jonnie.
Be careful of bumps, right now she is  rather fragile." It took their
combined efforts to get her into the front  seat.
Jonnie said little as he drove, realizing what pain she  was in.
"J-Jonnie, she was very good. I hurt everywhere. I  finally fainted right
at the end. They were using a cane on my asshole. I don't  know how many I
took. I lost track at ten."
Jonnie replied, "I've never seen them use a wheelchair to  get a client to
the cab." He shook his head. "Excuse me being nosy, but this  address is
in a very ritzy part of town."
Helen-Ann smiled, "I'm not in disguise. It says `Elena  Rodriguez' on my
ID, but I am Ross Sargent's daughter, and I'm known as  Helen-Ann at home."
Jonnie shook his head, "Isn't he the guy worth over a  billion?"
She nodded, "I'm worth about 100 mil myself, from my  grandparents'
estate. Poor little rich girl." She had tears running down her  cheeks. "I am
married, but Carlos left me when he found  out."
"Is the guy nuts? He finds he has married an heiress and  pulls out?
Besides, you are put together just right kid. Any man would be proud  to be
married to you."
"Thanks Jonnie. I wish I could convince Carlos of that.  He thinks he is
not good enough for me."
They arrived at the gates. The remote was in the  Mercedes. "Would you
please use the phone? See if you can get Rhonda, I'd hate  for Betsy to see me
like this."
Jonnie went to the phone and soon the gates opened. He  drove to the house
where a concerned Rhonda was waiting. Jonnie spoke to her,  "The little lady
is OK, I mean not in an accident or  anything."
Helen-Ann laughed weakly, "No accident; done on purpose.  I got beat up by
a real professional. I'll challenge you to go to her, when I  can walk, but
that doesn't seem to be right now."
It took the two of them to get Helen-Ann to the elevator,  which was seldom
used. It had been installed for a long departed relative. This  got her to
the second floor, and she managed to wobble to her room with help  from
Rhonda and Jonnie.
"Please pay Jonnie, and give him a nice tip. He took me  there and got me
back. The car is at the Plaza Hotel. We can get it  tomorrow.  Jonnie, come
here." She  embraced him and kissed him on the cheek. "We'll give you a call
next time I  need my ass busted. Thanks again."
Once Jonnie had departed, Rhonda helped Helen-Ann to  undress. "Is there
any place she missed? I've never seen such a  mess."
"Yeah, she didn't go below the knees. Look at all that  unmarked flesh.
She must be slipping. How was your session with  Laura?"
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."