JENNY 07
Jenny counted eleven.
"OK, I have eleven. Now, how many think they may volunteer, but are undecided?"
She counted eighteen.
"OK, I have eighteen who are undecided. That is twenty nine. I think that
is asking a lot of gramps, but we have Roycee here, who is number five to
get one from gramps. You may recall 'the eel' from last year's swimming
team. She is a professional firefighter and amateur weight lifter. Then my
grandmother is not unknown to the use of the strop, as my mom has told me.
Sally is good with the cane, I should know, so we will probably have
enough talent to take you all."
"The rules are simple. You take off all your clothes, even your socks.
Gramps ties your hands to a rope on that large post in the barn. Then you
get a rope holding your feet behind the post. The pulley is tightened and
you are finally on your tip-toes. You get a strap around the post and your
middle to keep you from thrashing around. He gives you twelve with the
strop, whether you like it or not. I want to make that plain; once he
starts you can scream 'stop' all you want, but nothing is going to happen
except another lash of the strop. You will probably be weak kneed after
the stropping, and we will help you to your sleeping bag, or blanket. Then
the next girl gets hers."
"I have the following: Helen-Ann, who I see is already nude, Sally, Nancy,
Jill, Roycee and Grace. I've seen all of you today except Nancy, who I
spoke to on the phone, but never met." A tall pretty brunette waved from
the crowd.Jenny continued, "OK, Nancy is here. The remaining twenty three can decide
among yourselves who goes next, if you want to get it at all. I warn you
that twelve from the strop, from gramps, is an industrial strength
spanking. I've had one and will get another, but not today. My ass is
still recovering from this last week. Any questions? No? OK, get in place Helen-Ann."
Helen-Ann walked to the post and gramps quickly had her tied up.
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Helen-Ann got her dozen and was crying buckets when Jenny and Roycee
helped her to her sleeping bag. She was definitely weak kneed. Jenny had
her lay on her tummy and put the pillow under her head. She said, "Oh, I
needed that so much."
Sally, Nancy and Jill got theirs, then it was Roycee's turn. She was
really magnificent, totally nude. Her breasts were ample with no sag at
all and her nipples stuck out proudly. Flat tummy, and did she ever have muscles.
Gramps had her in bondage and started the stropping.
Splat! Grunt!
Splat! Grunt!
Splat! Grunt!
That was all he got from her. When she was untied she walked off unaided,
as if it had been nothing.
Grace had a high pitched scream, but took her dozen, and needed help to walk.
After that it was hard to keep track. Jenny counted at least a dozen when
gramps admitted his arm needed a rest. Roycee volunteered, and Helen-Anne,
who had recovered, volunteered to get one from her, and tell the crew how it compared.
Splat! EEOOWWWW! She...
Splat! EEOOWWWW! is...
Splat! EEOOWWWW! worse...
Helen-Ann couldn't even walk after her second dozen, so Jenny and Roycee essentially carried her.
Jenny announced, "Helen-Ann said Roycee was worse than gramps, so the rest of the crew beware."
They still kept volunteering, although it took a couple of helpers to get
them to their sleeping bags.
Gramps recover somewhat and between he and Roycee they continued on. She
would spank a couple of girls, then gramps would do one. Jenny lost track
at about thirty, and there were still a few more. Grandma came out and
spanked a few. Sally tried her hand, but had never handled a strop. Roycee
finished the girl up who was so weak Roycee finally carried her to her sleeping bag.
Finally it seemed that everyone had been satisfied. Many had left after
the first ten or so. They had only come to look anyway. Finally there were
only Jenny, Roycee, Helen-Ann and Jill left. They all thanked gramps.
Helen-Ann spoke up, "I'm going to show my ass to dad tonight. I want it to
look as bad as possible. Would you give me one more dozen, Roycee, please?"
Soon she was tied down for the third time.
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Splat! EEOOWWWW!
Somewhere around number ten she fainted, but Roycee gave her the full
dozen she had asked for. Roycee said, "Poor little rich kid. She relates
love with discipline and discipline with a spanking. Maybe she is right;
her dad is more interested in his business than loving, disciplining or
spanking his daughter. I hope he learns something tonight. Let's put her
in the back seat. She is in no shape to drive. Let her lay on the sleeping
bag. Jill, you stay with her and Jenny or I will drive. I've never driven
a Mercedes. Jenny, let me drive to the rest stop, which is about half way
home, and then you take over."
That worked out OK, giving both girls a chance to drive the expensive car.
Helen-Ann had groaned a few times, but never moved or spoke. Soon Jenny
pulled up in front of her house. "Jill, see if she is awake. She is
totally nude and I'm not sure what to do with her if she is still out."
Helen-Ann finally decided to wake up, "Roycee, did I get my last dozen?"
"Of course honey, you asked and I delivered. You sort-of left us around
number nine or so, but I finished you off. Do you think you can get
dressed with our help?"
"Oh, we are at Jenny's place and this thing may be expensive, but it still
requires a driver. How was it?"
Roycee and Jenny both praised the car while they helped Helen-Ann to dress.
Helen-Ann said, "Now all I need is to have my asshole warmed and I'll be
ready for daddy."
Both Jenny and Roycee shook their heads. Jenny said, "Helen-Ann, you are
in no shape for any more punishment today."
Helen-Ann looked very sad, "Jenny, you promised; so did you Roycee. One of
you can drive this thing to my place and follow in another car, if that is
what is bothering you. I'm still sort of weak after the stropping anyway.
If I'm not driving, the condition of my asshole doesn't matter. You have a
car right here, don't you Roycee? I really want dad to see my asshole has
been caned, in addition to the razor strop on my ass cheeks."
Jenny looked at Roycee. They both shrugged. Roycee said, "OK honey, but a
caning back there is really intense."
Jill spoke, "I'd better go home. I have supposedly been shopping all day.
Jenny, you already have my stuff that needs to be here, but I'll leave the
sleeping bag and pillow here until tomorrow, so mom won't ask questions."
Jenny answered, "Sure, Jill, and we'll start the butt-plug lessons
tomorrow, if your rear end is in shape."
Helen-Ann was a bit weak kneed, but they got her to Jenny's room and tied
to the bed. Jenny held her ass cheeks open and Roycee gave her the first lash.
BAAAAM! Scream, scream, scream.
BAAAAM! Scream, scream, scream.
BAAAAM! Scream, scream, scream.
In just a few moments Helen-Ann had taken her six, but she still screamed
for about a minute. They untied her and helped her to her feet. She
finally found her voice for something else than screaming, "Thanks; did
you say intense? My God, that was terrible, but just what I wanted. Please
give me a hand and maybe one of you would drive my old jalopy to my place."
Jenny drove and Roycee followed. Soon they had Helen-Ann home. She
embraced them both and thanked them profusely.
The drive back to Jenny's was not as quiet as the Mercedes. Jenny finally
spoke. "I hope she gets her dad to understand. I kinda wish I could try to
explain it to him personally, but I'm not sure I understand myself."
Roycee shrugged, "I think it is just like I said earlier. No spanking
equals no discipline equally no care equals no love. She needs to be loved _and_ spanked."
After supper Jenny and Roycee were listening to rock music when Ellen said
there was a call from a Mr. Ross Sargent for Roycee. Jenny picked up her
extension and handed it to Roycee. She thought Helen-Ann's last name was
Sargent, but wasn't sure. She turned on the speaker-phone feature.
"Is this Roycee Neal?"
"This is she."
"Helen-Ann showed me a badly swollen buttocks and, ah, rectum and said you
were responsible for most of that."
"Well, now Mr. Sargent, it depends on your definition of 'responsible'. I
spanked thirty five girls on the asshole yesterday. They all asked for it
and I obliged. Helen-Ann asked for her six today and I obliged. I'm not
really sure how old all the girls were yesterday, but Helen-Ann is an
adult, unless she has false ID. Now she asked and I obliged, so who is
responsible? She is old enough to be responsible for her own actions and
she got just what she asked for. The same is true of the razor strop."
Ross sighed, "Roycee, I'm sorry, but having my daughter walk into my study
stark naked and display her rear to me is a bit unsettling."
Roycee laughed, "She screwed up the courage to take all her clothes off
for your talk; I'm proud of her."
"But I don't understand her motive in getting spanked on purpose."
"Mr. Sargent, Jenny and I have been discussing this ourselves. Now
Helen-Ann told us earlier that she has wanted to be spanked, if she
deserved it, ever since she was five or so. She equates love and caring
with discipline. If you care for her, you provide discipline, right? If
she is naughty, you care enough to spank her for being naughty. So love
equals a spanking and letting her do as she pleases equals 'you don't
care' and don't spank. Now I am a professional firefighter, not a
psychiatrist, but it is fairly plain to me what you should do. Take a few
hours off next week and we will go to a Leather Shop. I'll recommend a
whip, a paddle, a cane, a strap and some hand and leg restraints. Talk to
her on a daily basis. See if she thinks she deserves a spanking, or if you
know she has been naughty, tie her up and spank the hell out of her ass.
Let her know that if she feels like a spanking for no reason other than
she wants it, she will get it. I think you will have a new girl on your
hands in just a few days or weeks."
"Oh, doesn't she have a lovely pair of tits?"
Ross looked at his nude daughter, sitting on the sofa as if there was
nothing unusual in her attire, or the fact that her ass was badly swollen.
She had arrived nude, so he presumed she had simply walked through the
house to his study without clothes. Shit, she _did_ have a lovely pair of
tits. The rest of her, perhaps with the exception of her ass, which was a
temporary condition, was lovely too. She was no longer a child; she was a
full grown woman, and she wanted to be spanked whenever she felt the need.
Ross finally answered Roycee, "Er, yes to your question, they are very
nice. To your offer, naturally I accept. She has already made it plain
that she wants to be spanked by her daddy, not a friend or neighbor. I
guess I can't understand why she didn't tell me a very long time ago."
Roycee shook her head, although Ross was unaware of that, "Sir, she _has_
been telling you, by doing things that would have resulted in a good
spanking, in my house at least. You, and your ex-wife before that, either
didn't care enough to react, or spoiled her rotten. The fact that she has
turned out as well as she has is remarkable, but she is full of tensions,
like all of us. She goes to school, and one of the girls makes a snide
remark because she has a Mercedes instead of the VW Beetle she asked for.
She has designer jeans instead of a pair that are about ready to fall
apart, which is the latest rage, by the way. In gym class she has
expensive underwear. She couldn't have a cheap plastic imitation pearl
necklace, but the genuine article, worth a fortune. No Mickey Mouse watch for her."
Ross sighed, "I've _really_ fucked up, haven't I? Oh, please call me Ross."
Roycee responded, "Ross, you have been a workaholic, from what I gather.
If you want to discover your daughter, it is not too late. Delegate some
of your work. Be home for her. Have supper with her. Go to the movies with
her, even if you think the movie stinks. And especially, be ready to spank
her any time she wants it. Develop a relation so that all she has to do is
come to you and say 'I was naughty today', or 'My day was really El
Stinko'. Maybe she just hands you the cane and doesn't say anything, but
you know what she wants you to do with that cane. You can ask her how many
she needs or if she wants it with the cane only. Things like that."
Ross sighed again, "How did you learn so much about people at only twenty?"
Roycee laughed, "Oh, ho; you know my age. Bet you had someone look me up, right Ross?"
Ross answered, "I have a staff I can call on twenty four hours a day, if
necessary, and I called my chief of security, who is a retired cop. I like
to know who I am dealing with. You were affectionately known as 'the eel',
for your swimming ability, you brought us our _only_ state swimming
championship, you have a brown belt in Judo, your GPA is 3.96, you
received a commendation for carrying an unconscious man weighing over
three hundred pound down a ladder from the third story of a burning
building, then _running_ back up the ladder to fight the fire, you are
going to night school, but it will take you years to get your degree. You
don't go full time because your younger sister and your mom need the
money. Your car is the old Beetle that my daughter wanted."
Roycee screamed, "Hey, stop that Ross! You are embarrassing me. I only do
what thousands of other girls and boys do, who weren't born to wealthy
parents. I made a foolish mistake; I should have picked wealthy parents,
but I guess I wasn't thinking that far ahead. As far as that fire went, I
was only doing what they pay me to do, what I was trained to do. Oh, and
tell your security man it is a _Black_ belt. I made that level over six months ago."
Ross came back, "Six months ago? I'm surprised his records are that out of
date. I'll kid the hell out of him. Seriously, Roycee, I could get you
into Harvard by making less than, oh..., I'd guess four calls. That's with
a full scholarship, and it will lead to the MBA you want. Your little
sister and mother will be taken care of. You have done me a big favor with
Helen-Ann. Please let me help you."
Roycee came back, "Ross, you have me crying. I-I can't turn down an offer
like that Ross. I very humbly thank you, but Jenny, who has been listening
on the speaker, started this and her mom gave Helen-Ann her first real spanking."
Ross replied, "I'm aware of that, but Ellen and Carl Blackwell are both
lawyers. I know them both quite well. My company even employs them
sometimes, when our staff is overloaded, or their special talents are
needed. They net way over $200,000 a year and can easily afford Harvard.
They are both Harvard alumnae and Jenny's dad registered her about the
time she was born. I'm aware that Jenny will probably transfer to Harvard
Law after she has been to our local college for a few years. The point is,
that they can afford it and your dad is dead and your mom has arthritis
and never finished high school. Not to mention your little sister. I'd
help Jenny too, if I thought she needed it."
Jenny spoke for the first time, "Can you hear me OK, sir, this is Jenny"
Ross said, "Loud and clear Jenny. Please convince Roycee to take this
opportunity to go to Harvard, if she needs any convincing. I'd like to
thank you and your mom for your part in this, too. It is ironic that
Helen-Ann got her first spanking from someone I know. Oh, and it is 'Ross', please."
Jenny said, "OK Ross. I just wanted to thank you for helping Roycee. She
has been a very special friend since first grade and is one of the really
nice people of this world. I didn't know about the man she saved or the
commendation. She seldom talks about herself."
Roycee spoke, "Why don't we try to get together after Jenny's school
hours. She met Helen-Ann before I did and she may have some suggestions
about the spanking equipment to buy. The owner's girlfriend is the manager
and a friend of Jenny's."
Ross replied, "Fine, that gives me a chance to meet her in person, and I
need all the help with the equipment that I can get. Oh, excuse me,
Helen-Ann just got off the sofa and went over to the little fridge where I
keep some soft drinks. She may have done it on purpose, the little minx,
but she bent over, giving me another long look at her battered rear."
Jenny came back, "Just remember, Ross, she _wants_ a battered rear, but from you."
Ross said, "I am almost sure that was an act. She took much too long to
select what she wanted to drink, and she bent from the waist to show me
her rear, rather than bending her knees like she usually does. Oh, and she
had her legs apart showing off everything she's got down there. I
certainly have had a lesson in trying to bring up a young woman today. I
still can't get over the way she walked in here in the nude, like she does it every day."
Jenny said, "I know how much she was hoping to accomplish from having the
talk with you tonight. She was planning to wear a dress and no panties.
Then you would have only had a brief look at her rear. She must have
really had to screw up her courage to leave all her clothes in her room."
Ross answered, "What you are saying is that she was probably wound up
tight, damn near to the breaking point, when she stepped in my study door.
I noticed some shaking in her body and her voice, but I didn't appreciate
what courage it took to do what she did. Now she appears completely calm."
Jenny had an idea, "Ross, when we are done talking, tell her that she was
naughty. I don't care for what; the spanking mom gave her, the stropping,
keeping her needs to herself, whatever. I wouldn't use being in the nude
as a reason. I think she wants to display her body, under the right
conditions, and I don't personally find anything wrong with that. We
probably had about thirty nude girls at one time today at gramps place.
She has an especially pretty body, and if she wants to show it to dad,
that should be OK."
"Then tell her she is going to get a severe spanking when you have the
right equipment, which is next week, but she needs at least a token
spanking tonight. Let's see, you probably have a table tennis paddle and
she must have a hairbrush. Give her a choice, and ask her how many she
deserves to get. I'll bet she asks for about fifty with both. Don't try to
use your hand. From personal experience I can tell you that the hand is
not in the same class as the paddle or the hairbrush. She wants it from
you. Start giving it to her."
Roycee said to Ross, "One more thing. Jenny has been tied to the bed every
night for about two weeks now, and she plans to make it permanent, as long
as she lives home anyway. Helen-Ann thought that was pretty neat and we
talked about it. Today she was admiring a new gizmo Jenny got. You can put
yourself into self-bondage with one hand, and the lock won't release until
the timer goes off. That allows the one in bondage to work alone. Ellen
has been clipping on the last cuff every night, and now she doesn't have
to worry about it. Jenny sets her's for 9 AM, but you can set it for your
own needs. Ellen comes in on school mornings and wakes Jenny at 7 AM with
two good lashes from the cane. Then she un-clips the cuffs. Jenny's joke
is that there is no snooze alarm feature. On weekends it is about 8 AM
that Jenny gets the cane. Do you care enough for Helen-Ann to give her two
lashes with the cane every morning at whatever is her wake-up time?"
Ross came right back, "Good God, yes, Roycee. I'm always here in the
morning, unless I'm on a business trip. I'll bet old Betsy, our maid,
would laugh her ass off over that. She would love to cane Helen-Ann when I
am away too. She has brought up Helen-Ann more than I have, for which I
regret. She has been telling me how much the kid needed a spanking for
years now, and I never believed it."
Roycee thought she knew the maid. "Do you mean Betsy Rogers?"
Ross replied, "The same one and ornery as ever. I really get it when I'm
late for supper."
Roycee smiled, "I know what you mean. She is a friend of my mom's. She
actually gave me a good spanking once. I deserved it, but mom had hurt her
hand. You ought to make a deal with her to spank Helen-Ann if she wants it
when you are away. You do have to make lots of trips, according to
Helen-Ann, and I know she loves Betsy like the mom she never sees anymore.
I know she would prefer to get it from you, but Betsy would be second
best. By-the-way, that's a good thing about the cane. It is real mean,
easy to learn how to use, accurate and doesn't require that much force to
be quite effective. Did you get a real close look at the six I gave Helen-Ann today?"
Ross smiled, "She certainly seemed proud of them, but I've only seen them
from several feet off."
Roycee said, "She ought to be proud. That is a very sensitive place and a
spanking there is very intense. I did thirty five girls yesterday, but
after they heard the screams from the first girl, the only reason they
didnšt head for the door was what we call the 'chicken' syndrome; none
would leave first, so they all stayed. Order her to get over your lap and
spread her cheeks so you can get a close look. She will be getting two
every morning, if she wants them, but not there. I think she does, from
what she said when she heard about Jenny getting them every morning. But
be prepared. Helen-Ann may ask you to do her there yourself, and if she
ever does, you ought to give them to her."
Ross replied, "It looks like I have a lot to learn. OK, I'll have a close
look at my daughter's rear end. Now a couple of hours ago I would have
said that unlikely in the extreme."
Jenny spoke, "I know what respect she had for the razor strop. Do you have
a secretary with some spare time to search for one?"
Ross replied, "No problem, but where will she search?"
Jenny came back, "Antique shops. She can use the phone book, plus visits.
It was only perhaps forty or so years ago that they were getting replaced,
and every shop used to have one per seat. Some shops used them up to a few
years ago, if the barber was a real old timer. I'll bet one can be had.
Oh, there is a sorority that both Helen-Ann and I are going to try for
that sponsors spankings. They need one too, if she finds more than one."
Ross thanked them again and made an appointment to visit the Leather Shop
on Tuesday. Ross hung up. He and Helen-Ann had a very long talk, and Ross
understood her needs much better afterwards.
Finally he took on the 'angry dad' role, and said, "Young lady, I'd like
to examine the six strokes you received over your rectal sphincter earlier
today. Please place yourself over my lap."
"Certainly, dad." She moved to his lap and lay over it in the typical
'spanking position'. She reached back and spread her cheeks. Ross could
now clearly see six distinct marks. They were swollen, as was her entire rear.
"Wasn't that very painful, Helen-Ann?"
"Of course Dad, and it still is, but punishment is _supposed_ to be
painful. As I told you, I also received three sessions with the razor
strop, which should also be visible. That's thirty six strokes. I had to
be helped back to my sleeping bag each time, and the last time I fainted,
but it was what I wanted. I knew we were scheduled for this talk tonight
and I wanted to be sure there was plenty of evidence that I had been severely spanked."
Ross shook his head. Could he inflict even more damage on his daughter's
ass cheeks tonight? He realized that she wanted him to, and the real
question was, did he have what it took to give them to her. He shook his
head again; he had to, if he was going to find his daughter. "Helen-Ann,
you have been very naughty keeping all this from me. Next week Roycee and
Jenny are taking us to the Leather Shop. You will be equipped with the
proper whips, canes, restraints and the lot, and will be severely punished."
He considered how to explain to her about what she was going to get
tonight. "However, I feel that I should not wait that long to spank you
for your first time in this house. Get me the table-tennis paddle and the
wide hairbrush. While you are doing that, you may consider whether you
wish to sleep in bondage like Jenny does, and be awakened by the cane.
Realize that I still will have to make some business trips, although I am
going to leave a great deal more time for us. Consider allowing Betsy to
spank you when I am unavailable. God knows she has told me hundreds of
times how much you needed it, but I ignored her."
Helen-Ann pretended to consider the matter. She got up off his lap and
stood before him. She had accomplished more than she ever dreamed of, but
she wanted dad to feel that she was thinking about what he had said.
"Certainly, dad, I will get the items you requested, and think about what you mentioned."
The paddle was in the basement, and she found it easily. Betsy had her own
private quarters there too. Her door was open, so Helen-Ann knocked and
entered when she was invited in by Betsy. She had essentially forgotten
that she was in the nude. Betsy exclaimed, "Honey, what's the matter?
Where are your clothes?"
Helen-Ann looked down, realized she didn't have any clothes on and
laughed. "Betsy, dear, they are in my room." She was holding the paddle.
"What do you think dad is going to do with this, after all these years of
spoiling me rotten?"
"My heavens, don't tell me he is actually going to _spank_ you?"
Helen-Ann turned and bent over, "Right over these that my friends gave me,
including a friend of yours, Roycee Neal. She also gave me six on my
asshole." She spread her ass cheeks.
