Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2010 19:29:04 EDT
From: Mikeallanb@aol.com
Subject: JENNY Spankings 03

JENNY Spankings  03
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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. Sergeant, 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, let's 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
Sergeant. 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."
Rhonda 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 hellova 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, let's
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."