Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2010 16:19:17 EDT
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: JENNY Spankings 15

JENNY Spankings 15
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Splat "Steve, please give me a fucking SPANKING.
Splat Grunt "Harder, harder, you are supposed to  HURT me."
Splat! Scream! "Better, better. Fifty like that, or  harder.
Splat! Scream! She started to  cry.
Splat! Scream! She stuck her ass up for another.
Splat! Scream! "Oh, yes, sweetheart. Spank me."
Steve gave her what she asked for. After the fifty she  was limp across his
lap, crying. Steve lifted her and turned her over, holding  her in his lap.
 He succumbed to a  desire he had the first time he met her, and kissed her
on the lips. She moaned  and kissed him back. They both opened their lips
and dueled with tongues. They  finally broke apart panting breathlessly.
Steve held her close, "God, Laura, I've wanted to do that  for months. I
think I'm falling in love."
Laura smiled, "I've been in love with you for months.  What took us so
long?" Steve sighed, "You are aware that I am divorced. I was  badly burned
and I've been very alone ever since. I haven't even dated. Besides,  there is
the guy that has been spanking you. I figured you were already  taken."
Laura smiled, "You will never guess who gave me the one  last night, so I'
ll tell you. It was Rhonda, Ross Sergeant's wife. I took forty  and she gave
up at thirty, but I've got more experience spanking, and probably  hurt her
as much with the thirty as she hurt me with the forty. We'll try again.  Do
you remember the first day I was working with Stella? I was sitting on my
pillow that day too, but that was before you two started to give me a hard
time.  You'll never guess who gave me that one either; it was Ross himself. I
had been  assigned to find a razor strop to spank Helen-Ann. I found
several, but I had to  go to shops all over the state to do it. For a joke, he
asked me to have the  best one gift wrapped and bring it to his place on
Saturday. Helen-Ann was so  pleased with it that she had to have a spanking
immediately. Ross did her, then  Rhonda volunteered and finally he did me."
She kissed him again, "The only men to spank me in over a  year are Ross
and Jake Knox, who is the father of Ellen Blackwell. He is pushing  seventy,
but still can do more damage to my ass with a dozen than Rhonda can  with
forty. Ellen and her husband Carl do legal work for Ross Industries, and I
think you have met them. I met Jake through Ellen's daughter, Jenny, who is
into  spankings too. Helen-Ann and I have nice girl-girl scenes quite  often."
"Steve, I am bi-sexual, and I am sure I will continue to  be, but I very
much need a man in my life. You are welcome to be him, if you  want." He said,
"I want very much. We had better get you dressed before we have  visitors.
May I take you to dinner this evening?"
Laura smiled, "Yes dear, and you can have me for desert.  Oh, I'm afraid I
left a wet spot on your pants. The spankings always leave  me hot as hell,
then the kissing just made it worse"
Steve looked at his lap, and sure enough, she had left  some lubrication.
"That calls for a spanking after dinner, sweetheart."
Laura kissed him passionately on the lips, "Naturally,  darling." Somehow
they got through the day. When you were falling in love and  knew that you
were going to fuck for the first time later on, it was hard to  concentrate
on anything else.
They went to a small Italian restaurant near Laura's  home. They talked a
lot about each other since they both had so much to learn.  They found their
likes were very similar, except Steve had never considered  himself kinky
and Laura had kinky experiences since childhood.
She admitted to Steve that she had intentionally annoyed  her parents when
she was only about seven years old, so they would give her a  spanking. A
nice temper tantrum invariably resulted in a nice spanking. She  always seemed
to choose a time for her tantrums when her parents were alone with  her, no
one was expected for a visit and her parents were well rested.  She laughed
at her own story. Maybe it  was her good timing that finally alerted her
parents. They realized that she  enjoyed spankings when she was about twelve.
It was dad that usually spanked her  and he confronted her one day during
her tantrum and before her spanking. He  told her that they would spank her as
much as she wanted, as long as she wanted,  if she would admit the truth.
Her tantrum disappeared as if by magic. She  quickly took off her clothes,
kissed dad and asked him for a good spanking, with  lots of screams and tears.
He gladly complied. After that her attitude changed  completely, because
all she had to do was ask either mom or dad and they would  warm her bottom
all she wanted. Her case and Helen-Ann's were very similar, in  many respects,
but it had taken Ross much longer to realize what his daughter  needed, and
he had to literally have it shoved in his  face.
Laura invited Steve to see her dungeon, and give her  another spanking. Her
rear really didn't need another one tonight, but her kinky  hormones sure
as hell did. "Down here darling. I've got the whole basement  devoted to
kinky play. First, we both know what we are going to do after the  spanking,
and I'm going to take off all my clothes anyway. Why not join me in  the nude,
then we can fuck just as soon as my spanking is over. I warn you, I  can
get very aroused by a good spanking, so the first time is going to be fast.
After that we can recover a bit and really make love."
Steve laughed as he undressed, "Do you think I am going  to last very long
our first time?"
Laura was in the nude before Steve, and put on the cuffs.  She clipped the
leg cuffs to the cross, then one wrist cuff, "Do the last clip,  darling,
then fasten the body strap. I left the razor strop on the bed. You keep  the
count; after about twenty I tend to get a bit woozy headed. I'll take all I
can, but remember that I had forty last night, then my mean boss gave me
fifty  with the paddle this morning."
"Hit my ass hard, sweetheart, I love the pain in my ass."
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH! "OH, that was good."
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH! "More just like that."
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH! "Oh, yes, spank me."
She took twenty, twenty five, screaming and crying. At  thirty she told
Steve to stop. He gave her one more with everything he had.
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH! EEEEEEEEEEOH! EEEEEEEEEEOH!
Steve took her off the cross and helped her to the bed.  She cried out as
he put her on her back; her ass hurt even worse, "Put it in me  darling.
Sweetheart, I can't wait  another second. OHH, yes. All the way.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She had a lovely cum as he hit bottom. He pistoned in  and out, she met
every deep thrust with an upward thrust of her own. He moaned,  and they had
a lovely mutual cum.
They had several more before morning, then one more for  breakfast.
They couldn't stand to be apart, so they were married a  week later.
Rhonda and Helen-Ann were talking one day. Helen-Ann  said, "Did you tell
me once that dad had been your only lover?"
Rhonda smiled, "Very first, complete with blood on the  sheet. We were at a
motel, registered under some name like Don Ross and wife.  Ross gave the
cleaning girl $20 for a tip to forget which room it came from. The  girl just
laughed and said, "What sheet? And made it disappear."
Helen-Ann replied, "Would you believe I fucked thirty one  men in one day?"

Rhonda gasped, "How could  you?"
Helen-Ann explained, "In the first place I spent a small  fortune of dad's
money when I was about sixteen. I had false ID, that claimed I  was
nineteen. I went to a hospital specializing in microsurgery and had  stainless
steel plugs put in my tubes. I had been fucking around a lot and was  afraid
something would go wrong and I'd get pregnant. The operation is one of  the
only methods that is 100% sure, but reversible. I suppose some day I'll want
kids, and I can have the tubes unblocked at the same  hospital.
Helen-Ann shook her head, remembering her experiences, "I  read somewhere
that prostitutes could fuck as many as twenty or thirty men in  one evening,
so I thought I'd try it. I drove to a fancy hotel and parked.  Then I took a
cab. I gave the driver $20  for a tip and told him that was over and above
his meter. I wanted to go to the  nicest, fanciest whore house in town. He
knew them all, I'm sure, and the one he  took me to was a whole house, in a
good part of town. I got to talk to the  Madam, and explained that I wanted
to be one of her girls for one night, the  busiest night in the week, which
is Saturday, by the way. I gave her a $100 tip  and told her to keep the
money I would make from the `Johns'."
Helen-Ann was remembering that evening, "She sent me to a  specialty store
and I had an outfit made for prostitutes. It was cut deep in  front of my
pussy. I started to have my pubic hair cut back so it wouldn't stick  out
beyond the outfit, but I decided to have a total shave down there. I'm sure  you
have noticed that I still keep it that way to this day. The back revealed
about 90% of my ass, it was cut so high. The top looked demure, but there
were  two round holes over my nipples, so they were perfectly visible. I got a
set of  nipple clips that had adjustable tension, so I could wear them for
hours." She  was quiet for a few moments recalling the  experience.
"I put on the whole outfit at home, then put an opera  cloak on, which made
it all invisible. I got there about 2 PM, when the  afternoon crowd was
there. I picked the younger guys because I figured they  would be a better
fuck, and would have a quicker cum, so I could get to the next  one. I ran into
twins and took them both to the room at the same time. I took  every younger
man I could. I got a red ticket from the cashier for every one I  took
upstairs, so I know for sure how many I fucked. I was tired by about 3 AM,  and
my pussy was sore, so I gave up. I didn't know I'd taken thirty one dicks
until I woke up later that day, and counted the red tags. I still have them,
as  well as the costume I wore that day."
Rhonda could hardly believe what she had heard, "But why  would you do such
a thing? Weren't you afraid of getting something?"
Helen-Ann shook her head, "Whores are very well aware of  the dangers. The
condom is not perfect, but it is very close. Every room had an  ample supply
and all the John's either automatically put one on, or I made a  gentle
suggestion. Each room had a douche bag in the bathroom. It was filled  with
some antiseptic solution. They were tossed after use, so there was always a
fresh one with a clean room. I used about two quarts of that stuff after every
 John was done with me. As to why I did it, well, it is just one of those
things  that a teen can get involved in. I really wanted to fuck as many men
as I could  in one night, and I did."
Helen-Ann sighed. A tear ran down her face, "Now I'm down  to just my
husband, when I can catch him."
Rhonda was shocked at first, but then she remembered at  least twice
Helen-Ann had referred to her husband, but pretended she was  kidding.  "Darling,
your father and  I wondered. You mentioned `husband' a few times." "Dear
Carlos. I love him  terribly, and I keep telling myself that he loves me too.
We were married over a  year ago, but he discovered who I was and left me.
I was too good for him."
Rhonda was still in shock, "Dear, I had no idea you were  even dating."
"I haven't dated, except for Carlos, since I met him at  the whore house.
He was the only  one of those thirty one boys who made love to me. The rest
were in-squirt-out.  He started by kissing me on the mouth. Then he worked
slowly down to my breasts.  I was aroused and ready for him by then, but he
went even further down and  started licking my clit. I had two cums before
he even entered me. Then I had  another cum even before he did, about ten
seconds after he hit bottom. He was  very slow and brought me to my final cum
in such a delightful way that I  fainted. He was holding me close and kissing
my hair when I awoke. He kissed me  on the mouth once he was sure I was
conscious again. He insisted that he was  falling in love with me and I knew I
was gone on him. I gave him the number for  my private line upstairs. I
found later that a friend had invited him to the  club, or whatever you want to
call it, and bought a ticket for him."
Rhonda was recovering enough to ask some questions, "He  still thought you
were a professional prostitute?"
Helen-Ann smiled, "He did for a long time, until we had  our big
confrontation. We dated constantly after we first met, but most of our  `dates' were
at the family restaurant, `El Pico De Gallo'. I was interested in  learning
to cook when I was a kid, and Betsy taught me how to cook her style.
Carlos taught me how to cook Mexican style. We made a good team, at least in the
kitchen."
Rhonda shook her head, "How did you ever have any.....,  well private life?"
 "I rented a little apartment near the restaurant and told  Carlos that I
had quit the whore house, but I had some money saved up so I could  finish
high school. We made beautiful love in that little place. Sometimes it  seems
more my home than here."
Rhonda asked, "How were you able to get married?"
Helen-Ann smiled, "I `invented' a trip to Vegas that I  had `won' in an
imaginary lottery. It was for two, so he talked some relative  into cooking
for a few days, and away we went. As you know, you can get married  in Vegas
24 HRS of any day, and after a lovely fuck in our room I said something
like, `Do you truly love me', he said `yes' so I said `we can be married in
an  hour'. He started dressing and said, `let's go'. It was late at night
but a taxi  found a little chapel open and we were married. I was using fake
ID, so he still  thinks I am about two years older than I am, but my license
is in my real name,  Elena Rodriguez." She pulled it out and showed it to
Rhonda.
Rhonda still didn't understand what broke them up, "So  why did he leave
you? Here he finds he has a wife worth some $100 MIL and he  leaves?"
"Am I really worth that? It doesn't matter; too many  lies. We were at a
party I had been invited to. It was a mistake telling him  that a girlfriend
had asked me. There were too many people there who knew who I  really was.
One of them had gone to high school with Carlos. Naturally he  introduced me
as his wife. They got talking, and Carlos learned about the real  me."
Helen-Ann shook her head, "Too damn many lies. First there was the big one  that
I was a professional prostitute, then my parents were dead, that I was as
broke as he was, that I was used to living in a dinky little apartment, the
trip  to Vegas. Hey, I could go on and on. He didn't even finish high school,
and I'm  supposed to be headed for an MBA so I can run a multi-million
business when dad  retires."
Rhonda shook her head, "Honey, it is multi-billion."  Helen-Ann shrugged, "
Whatever. He left because I was pretending to be a person I  really wasn't,
and he is a second generation Chicano from the wrong side of the  tracks."
Rhonda spoke firmly, "Which side of the tracks he is from  and his ethnic
background are of no importance, you love him and we need to find  a solution
to this problem. Would he come to the house, so Ross, you and I can  talk
this out?"
Helen-Ann shook her head, "I doubt it. It isn't that I  haven't invited
him often enough. He simply feels that there is a gap between  our backgrounds
that is too big to surmount."
"May I discuss this with  Ross?"
Helen-Ann shrugged, "He will have a cow, but I guess I  don't care any
more. Maybe he can pull a miracle out of the hat. If you don't  have to, you don
't have to tell him I fucked thirty one boys in one session.  That is not
considered quite the thing to do in polite society, you know." Three  nights
later dad asked Helen-Ann and Rhonda into the den for a talk.  Helen-Ann was
sure she knew what the  subject was. Dad started off, "My dear daughter, it
came as a shock to find you  are really Mrs. Rodriguez, but that certainly
doesn't make me love you any less,  nor fell any less responsible for your
future. I took the liberty to have your  husband investigated, so I would
have some idea who we are dealing with. He is a  smart, very hard working man,
who is very devoted to his family.  Unfortunately, unless we can do
something, he will probably continue to run that restaurant until the last one  of
his brothers and sisters is an adult, and probably beyond  that."
Helen-Ann nodded, "I know the whole family well dad. They  took me in like
I was one of their own. It didn't matter that I was Anglo and  didn't speak
Spanish. Carlos had married me, and that was good enough for them.  They
are all good, hard working people."
Ross agreed, "Exactly what my investigators said. Somehow  we have to get
Carlos to realize he can get a business education and take care  of the
family even better, plus save his marriage."
Helen-Ann was crying, "Please dad, pull the rabbit out of  the hat." Ross
said, "We already know that he won't come here. I tried  personally just
today, but we can go to him. What is the slowest time of the  slowest day?"
Helen-Ann thought, "It depends, but usually Wednesday  evening about 9 PM.
They stay open until 11 PM, so Carlos is stuck there."
Ross smiled, "Next Wednesday at 9 PM, I'm going to meet  your husband."
All three Sergeants, no, two Sergeants and a Rodriguez, entered  El Pico De
Gallo and sat at a booth. A young girl came forward with menus. Her  face lit
up when she recognized Helen-Ann and she spoke to her in Spanish. They
embraced and Helen-Anne responded in the same language. They had a lengthy
conversation, and it was clear that Helen-Ann had learned her husband's
language. Finally, Helen-Ann switched to English and introduced Rosie, one of
Carlos' sisters, to her dad and mom. Rosie said, "He's in the back, and I hope
you can talk some sense into him. You two belong together,  Elena."
"You may observe that I'm not `Helen-Ann' around here.  `Elena' is the
Mexican equivalent of `Helen', and my hyphenated name doesn't fly  in
Spanish anyway." Helen-Ann led Ross to the kitchen. Carlos recognized her
instantly and dropped a pot he was cleaning. Helen-Ann spoke calmly, although  that
wasn't the way she felt inside, "Carlos, I'd like you to meet my father,
Ross Sergeant. Dad, meet your son-in-law." With that she left.
Ross put out his hand, "It is a great pleasure to meet  you Carlos. My
daughter has told us a lot about you."
Carlos looked at Ross and the extended hand. He couldn't  very well be
impolite to this man who had come to him when he had refused to  come to Ross.
All he said was, "How do you do, sir." He shook Ross's hand. It  was perhaps
a reluctant handshake, but it was firm, as if Carlos was confident  of his
role in life.
Ross spoke, "We can talk here, but I would think we would  be more
comfortable in the front. Besides, I would like you to meet my wife.  Your wife
generally calls her `mom', but actually she is her step mom. For all  practical
purposes her birth mother abandoned her when she was born, although we
remained married for a few more years. I'm afraid I didn't do a very good job
of  raising Helen-Ann, but we are trying to rectify some of that  now."
The frank, open, attitude of the man Carlos knew was  worth over a billion
dollars confused him. He had never met anyone from that  social strata,
other than his wife, and he had not been aware of who she was at  that time. "
Very well, sir. My wife apparently remembered when our slowest time  is. I may
have to leave to prepare some food, but we will be largely  undisturbed."
Helen-Ann moved over when Ross and Carlos approached the  booth. Carlos had
little choice but to sit next to her. They spoke briefly in  Spanish.
Switching to English,  Helen-Ann introduced Rhonda as `mom'.
Ross spoke, "Our daughter has spoken highly of you  Carlos, and she loves
you very much. We want to see what we can do to get you  two together again
and perhaps help you to become more than a chef. Let's talk  frankly. You
could have an advanced degree in business, the sciences, the law,  whatever you
want, in just a few years, if you didn't seem to believe that your  wife's
money was somehow tainted."
Carlos spoke, "It is very nice of you to come here and  talk to me, but
there is a social gap of miles between my wife and myself. I  could never be
comfortable in her home, with her friends, and she could never be  comfortable
in my home, with my friends."
This produced a torrent of Spanish from Helen-Ann, "Sorry  dad, I told this
bone head that I lived in his house as his wife for over a year  and I
loved his friends. Everything was fine until he found out I had wealthy  parents.
"
Rosie hollered to Carlos, "Enchiladas de carne, por  favor." Helen-Ann
pushed Carlos out, "Go ahead and talk to bone head. My  Enchiladas are better
than his, and he knows it." She walked to the  kitchen.
Ross spoke, "Are they?"
Carlos grinned, for the first time, "She is a very good  cook. I think my
Enchiladas are good, but she uses a little different spice and  different
cheese, many of our customers used to ask for hers when we were  cooking here
together."
Ross nodded, "Weren't you very happy together before you  found out that
she just happens to be worth a few million?"
Carlos sighed, "Yes, we were very happy, but I know she  wouldn't be happy
living my kind of life forever. What exactly do you want of  me? Do you
think I can simply drop all my responsibilities to my family, or do  you think
I could be happy living on her money?"
Ross replied, "I think you could be very happy going to  college. Your wife
has spoken of your ambition to better yourself, and she could  make all
that possible. Your restaurant could continue, with a new chef, who's  cooking
might not be quite as good as yours, but still very good. Get your  degree.
Helen-Ann plans to start on her MBA from Harvard in the fall. With some
intensive tutoring you could probably enter Harvard when she does, or a few
terms behind her. I doubt you will care for the weather in Cambridge, but the
city is very nice, and Harvard is the  oldest university in the USA. The
university at Mexico City is older, by  the way."
"I couldn't take my wife's  money."
"But half is yours by law, in this state. Look, would you  take a loan from
me?"
Carlos shook his head.
Ross continued, "OK, let's play hardball. As of today I  own this
building.
You have no formal lease with the former owner, it's been  by handshake.
You never bothered to  register the name of your restaurant, but my attorneys
are rectifying that now.  I can have you out in thirty days, and all your
customers will know is that the  booths are more comfortable and the place
has been painted. Elena will do the  cooking, at least as long as she wants
to, and train a new chef. Is that what  you want?"
Carlos was aghast, "You would do that to us?"
Rhonda spoke for the first time since her brief  introduction. "My husband
is a very wonderful man, but he can be stubborn. Also,  he is used to
playing the `hardball' of big business, and right now he is  playing with the
future happiness of his daughter, which comes before Ross  Industries." She
placed her hand over one of Carlos'. "I don't believe he will  go that far,
but you have to admit it is a good bargaining point. Carlos, your  Elena was
brought up to take over Ross Industries. Ross and I want to retire  early and
enjoy our own children. Also, what of your children?  The children of Elena
and you? They will  be the next generation to manage the company. Don't you
think they have that  right?"
It was obvious Carlos had never thought of their  children. It startled
him. Children of his and Elena's! God, he loved her. Could  he let her money
keep them apart?
Just then Helen-Ann returned with three plates of  Enchiladas. She gave two
plates, with only one Enchilada each, to dad and mom,  but put a plate of
three in front of herself. "See what you think. The chips are  fresh and the
salsa might be a bit hot for you."
Carlos erupted in Spanish. Helen-Ann calmly enjoyed her  meal. She
occasionally interrupted his tirade with some Spanish of her own. One  phrase she
used several times while waving a fork at him was `Cabeza de Burro',  which
is not very polite, but roughly was the equivalent of `bone  head'.
Finally, it seemed that they had come to some agreement.  There were a lot
of `si's from both of them. Finally they kissed passionately.
Carlos shook his head, "I love her too much. You win.  Just one concession;
I want to approve the new chef.
Elena smiled, "We both will,  darling."
Ross paid for night work, so the more comfortable booths  were installed
overnight. The painting was done Sunday night and Monday, the  only day the
restaurant usually closed. Numerous smaller changes were made,  including more
restful lighting and new appliances. Ross' attorneys found that a
laundromat next door was about ready to close, because the long-time owners  wanted
to retire. As soon as possible the two areas were combined by a short
passage at the front of the restaurant, making the new area a bit more formal,
with no counter. A liquor license boosted business.
The Rodriguez family was very happy with the changes, and  especially happy
that Carlos and their Elena were back together again.
Helen-Ann took out her wedding ring, that she had never  worn to school,
and proudly displayed it to her classmates the day after the  meeting at the
restaurant. It had belonged to her grandmother and she had taken  it to Vegas
in the hope that she might talk Carlos into marrying her. She told
everyone an abbreviated version of the truth, that she had been married
almost  two years, but they had parted for awhile, but now they were back
together for keeps.