JENNY 13
This is a fictional account for those over the age of consent who are
interested in reading about spanking. Enjoy!!
Rhonda ordered the bag and nozzle. 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; mustnšt 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."
