JENNY 03
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 oftem, 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 amd 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 vacinity, 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,
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."
