JENNY 06
"Sure honey. I can't quote exactly what your gramps said about the manure
pile, but I'm enjoying myself."
Jenny closed her eyes, "He said 'Jenny, I haven't enjoyed myself so much
since my nephew fell into the manure pile.'"
It took longer to 'beat the manure' out of fifteen girls, but it was
completed with a great deal of noise. Ellen had arrived home and watched
two girls get it. She rubbed her own ass, waved to Jenny and left.
They all trooped to the living room again. It was quite a crowd. Jenny
said, "So far, no one has indicated that they want to come back later to
give me mine, but all of you, except Liv, signed the paper before your
asshole got busted. Just give me a show of hands, to give me an idea of
how we stand, but before that let me show you something." She turned and
flipped up her skirt. The damage of the last week was still very much in evidence.
"I'm not complaining. I asked for it, but I really don't think I can take
thirty five more today. I'm going to ask about half of you to come back
when my ass is in better shape. Now a show of hands; remember, you have
three choices, one on my ass today, two next week if you come in a group,
or four if you come alone."
"How many just have to give it to me today?" About six girls raised their hands.
"OK, that I can take easily. The rest please get your busted rears the
hell out of here and call me, or see me next week at school. Hey, if no
more than, let me think.....three of you show up at once, the offer of
four is still open. I know I can take twelve with no great trouble. That
is what mom gives me. I'd like to congratulate all of you. Roycee is a
weight lifter and firefighter. She is a powerful girl and anyone who can
take six on the asshole from her should be very proud of themselves. Would
the girls who want to spank me today please come upstairs? Jill, be sure
you check them off the list."
When they got to Jenny's room there were seven. Jenny spoke, "I didn't
want to say it downstairs, but I can handle fourteen today. You each get
to give me two. Where is mom? She is supposed to referee and make sure you
hit me hard enough. Jill, will you get her while I undress and get tied down?"
Ellen was there by the time Jenny was ready. The first girl gave Jenny
two, she grunted at the first one and screamed at the second one. "Hey,
you are OK. That second one was right on."
The next girl was wimpy, and it took Ellen about six strokes to just get
one small grunt out of Jenny. Finally Ellen said, "Beat her ass, for God
sakes, that's what it is staring at you for and why you are here."
Finally the girl got the idea and the next two were screamers.
The remainder were OK. Nothing real wimpy or extra strength. Ellen
approved, and her ass was done for the day; 'only' fourteen good ones,
plus the two she woke up with..
Jenny took it easy on the bed for a while, then dressed in the old shorts
and went to the kitchen to sit on her pillow and rap with mom and Roycee.
Ellen said, "Fourteen is just routine now, huh kiddo? I'll have to
remember that the next time you are naughty, or happen to want an extended wake-up call."
Jenny had been thinking about this herself, and had been afraid mom was
going to recall the twenty four she had taken, plus the residuals from her
other spankings this week. Then she had taken over a dozen today. She
shook her head, "Mom, let me be perfectly honest with you. The worst one I
got was from Roycee on Thursday morning, but that included both the cane
and the switch. Besides, you know damn well she is 'super-woman'. Oh, and
I got two extras on my ass and one extra on the asshole as well. I'm sure
you recall those three! Oh, what do you call that dance you were doing?"
Ellen interjected, "The Hot Asshole Polka!"
Jenny continued, "I think you are right, mom, as reluctant as I am to
suggest it. If I am really naughty, I deserve to be really punished, and
severely. Maybe twenty as a minimum? If I wreck the car, or set the house
on fire, make it forty every day for a month. I think the punishment ought
to fit the crime. Have a minimum, but if the crime is worse, so is the
spanking. Maybe not the quantity, there is just so much my ass can take at
one time, but the number of times it is repeated."
Jenny shrugged, "I don't know mom. I agree that a dozen simply isn't
enough, but I think we ought to kick this around. I'll toss out twenty
minimum from you, not 'super-woman'. What do you think Roycee?"
"Well, honey, I have a cast-iron ass, as I think I mentioned before.
Twenty wouldn't be much of a punishment for me, but you have a more
'normal' ass than I have. Hum..... I'll vote twenty five for a minor
infraction, like staying out late without a good reason, or permission. If
you are caught smoking, I'd vote twenty five a day for a solid week, and
make it a month if you can't quit."
Ellen thought this over, "So you get twenty five for a minor infraction,
and that is once only. If it is more severe you get twenty five for more
than one day, depending on what you did wrong. Or it might be twenty five
early in the morning and a second twenty five after school. Are you
willing to buy that, honey, is that fair?"
Jenny laughed, "Like you said the other day, who is tied up?"
Ellen embraced Jenny, "Darling, I want your punishment to be consensual.
By that, I mean that you are the one tied up, yes, but that we both agree
that you deserve the spanking and the severity."
Jenny hugged her mom. "That's a deal mom. Twenty five it is, 'repeated as
required', like it says on the pill bottle. Wow, I could end up sitting on
a pillow for a month. Look, I won't argue the number of lashes or the
number of times you decide to repeat the spanking; I know you are fair."
Ellen smiled, "Let's hope you are a perfect angel."
Jenny pretended to be wearing a halo. "May I change the subject? I am
tired of talking about my ass. Is it OK if Jill comes shopping with us
tomorrow morning? She is a bit shy to go in the Leather Shop by herself. I
can go in with her, but we'll be going there anyway."
Ellen said, "Sure, as long as her mom knows she will be out. I see no
reason to explain to her mom exactly what stops we plan to make."
"Swell, mom. I'll call her and confirm. We'll leave about what, 9 AM?"
"Yeah, right around that time."
"Now this is sort-of a touchy question, mom; do you search my room?"
"Shit no. I might go in to retrieve my hand lotion that you took from me
and didn't return, but I figure your room is your business. Does Jill's
mom do that?"
"About once a week. She leaves things in different places, so she is
apparently not trying to hide the fact. Would it be OK for Jill to leave
a, er, personal item in my room?"
Ellen smiled, "Twenty questions again. What the _fuck_ is this personal item?"
"Ah, well mom, you are very close. It would be a dildo. She said she would
buy it with her own money, but if she took it home she would loose it and
get a spanking besides. I am afraid she would have to use it here too. She has no privacy."
Ellen laughed, "Sure honey, and I hope she will have many happy hours
having cum after cum! Just be sure to keep hers and yours separated. I
don't think either of you have any sexually transmitted diseases, but all
us gals have certain bacteria living in our front holes, and back ones for
that matter. Mixing them between people can cause problems."
Jenny screeched and jumped up, "_MOM_, you just got through telling us you
don't search my room."
Ellen laughed, "This happened some time ago, but you had been apparently
enjoying your nice big dildo so much that you left it on the night stand.
You also were in such a hurry to get it out of the drawer that you had
left your the drawer hanging open so far I was afraid it would fall on the
floor. I cleaned off the dildo, admired it, and put it back in the drawer,
which I closed. I bet you didn't even know I had been in the room, unless
you were wondering how my hairbrush got back in my room? Funny how some of
my things seem to walk down the hall to your room, and forget how to get back."
Ellen continued, "Now I just happened to see a smaller one, that I figured
you used in the back door, and a lovely set of nipple clips. I have to
confess that I tried them on my very own tits and they had a very nice
'ouch' to them. I even forced myself to wear them for an hour. The 'ouch'
after that was a real big one. I bought a dildo and nipple clips like
yours on the next trip I made to the capitol. That was before we had a
leather shop here, or at least way before you told me about it."
Jenny felt guilty at what she had said and thought. She hugged her mom,
"Please accept my apologies, mom. I didn't even know I'd left it out, you
did such a good job of putting it back where it belonged. Would you like
to give me twenty five lashes, right now? I deserve them for the things I was thinking."
Ellen hugged Jenny, "Yes, but no. Honey, I'd _love_ to give you twenty
five right now, but I won't. The way I told you the story led you to
believe I wasn't truthful with you. Hey, if your ass was in better shape,
I'd take you up on your very generous offer."
Jenny shook her head, "Mom, I was thinking bad things about you, and I
should know you better than that by now. Twenty five tomorrow?"
Ellen smiled, "You still have twenty eight girls who are going to give you
at least two each, and maybe four each. That might be over a hundred. When
you ass has truly recovered I'll remind you about your offer, OK? I won't forget."
Jenny replied, "I won't let you forget, mom. Let's do it as a wake-up on a
gym day, just for the hell of it. Oh, one more question on a slightly
different subject. May I get an enema bag?"
"Why do I think this doesn't have anything to do with constipation, or a
desire to keep your hole smelling of violets? Sure honey, but now I am
curious as hell."
Jenny responded, "Hey, I never thought of using a douche, but they have a
syringe for that, right? I bet Derek would love violets."
Ellen laughed, "That reminds me. I bought a package of a dozen condoms the
other day. When your ass recovers from all it is owed already, you are
going to have your almost-lover give you twenty five, right? No wimpy
dozen for my Jenny any more; twenty five, hear me? And don't think I am
not going to make him aware of what your new level of performance is in
the spanking department. Anyway, as I make my exit, he gets the whole
package with my suggestion that he doesn't have to use the dozen that first day."
Jenny squealed, "You are going to let us fuck! Oh, thank you mom, thank
you. We will be very careful. Does this mean that he can sleep over some
nights, if he can find an excuse that will satisfy his parents?"
"Yes, your dad and I discussed the matter and we decided we rather have
you and Derek safe in your bed, than off in the woods, or the backseat,
like my first one, which was not very comfortable, by the way. Honey, you
decided you wanted to sleep in bondage. Now it appears that's in conflict
with having Derek sleep with you, not that I am deluding myself that you
two are going to get much sleep; well, not at first anyway. Your bed is a
single. Do you now need a queen sized bed? I don't think a king sized one
will fit your room, and while I think we can afford a new bed, we stop
short of buying a new house to accommodate your teenage hormones."
Jenny thought about this, "It _would_ be nice to have a bigger bed if I am
going to sleep with company, and I _do_ want to continue to sleep in
bondage. We don't have to get it today, but a queen size bed would be real
nice. We'll just have to be sure that we can hook the chain to the frame,
like we do now."
Ellen laughed, "Lord help me, now I've got to help buy a bed for my kinky
daughter and be sure it will be suitable for bondage."
Roycee had been quietly listening, smiling and nodding occasionally. Now
she joined the conversation, "I have had some experience, in my kinky
life, setting up beds for bondage. If you want, I'll be glad to help. A
small drill hole is all it usually takes to fasten a chain. We can even
measure the present bed and the distance between Jenny's arms and legs.
That is what she is used to and, unless she wants to change, we can modify
her new bed to take chain at the same places. Well, that's not quite true.
The queen sized bed is probably longer, as well as wider. That just means
the chain supports are a bit further apart so her arms and legs are the
same angle they are now."
Jenny replied, "Thanks a million Roycee, that solves that problem, as long
as we can get the bed delivered while you are here."
Ellen said, "That shouldn't be a problem, but we never did really finish
our talk on enema bags. As you may or may not be aware, they come with two
tips. The small one is supposed to be for enemas and the large one for a
douche. Now, as any enema lover will tell you, the small one is so wimpy
as to be ridiculous, except for young children. You can take your water,
but it doesn't feel like you have anything inside you. The large one works
OK as an enema tip, but they shouldn't be used in both holes."
"As I said before, don't share dildos and don't share enema tips, even
between your own holes. There are bacteria living in the back hole that
are capable of giving you a nasty infection in your front hole. That much
I think they even teach in sex ed."
"What I recommend is two completely different bags, both with long tips,
but of different construction or color. Some brands come in the same
model, but different colors. I have seen black and red, for example, but
we'll see what is available. As a minimum, we can chain a tag to both of
them, like 'D' for one and 'E' for the other. If you _really_ get into
taking large enemas, there are at least two mail order specialty shops
that offer bags with balloon retention collars and a capacity of four
quarts. A regular bag is two quarts."
Jenny was taking this all in, "Mom, I'll bet _you_ like to take big
enemas, maybe four quarts?"
Ellen laughed and rubbed her tummy, "I love to, honey. I fill up with four
quarts of soapsuds and your dad fucks my ass off. I have a big plug in my
ass to help me from loosing water, but when I have my cum I usually loose
some anyway. I use an absorbent pad like we are going to get for your bed
tomorrow. It really makes me hot to have all that water inside. The
soapsuds make me cramp, but with your dad inside me, it just adds to the fun."
"I know you and Jill are going to experiment, so tell her to get another
bag that she can leave here. That nosy mom of her's would probably notice
if she was taking the bag to our place a lot. You can mark her's so only
she uses it, if it is the same brand as yours. Now, the new subject is
your pussy. I know Derek is going to eat you, and it is nice to keep
yourself smelling good, especially down there. Your second bag should be
for that. You don't want to douche all the time, but you ought to before
sex, er, sorry, you are going to 'make love', right kiddo?"
Jenny smiled, "I suspect the first few times we are going to fuck like
bunnies, but we do care a lot for one another, so I'll tell you that we
will 'make love', at least once we are somewhat used to doing it. I've
said this before, and I'll say it again; I don't understand why they don't
have a real sex ed class in school. All they give you is a biology class.
You have to learn how to do it on your own, or talking to friends who may
not know what they are talking about. From what I hear from my friends,
most parents never even discuss sex at home, and some of them don't seem
to know much themselves."
Ellen replied, "Hey, I couldn't agree with you more. For example, have you
ever thought that you have three places a dick will fit? Have Derek try
your backdoor some time. Just be sure to use a condom; sperm _can_ leak
and get into the other hole. Not very likely, but I think you two would
rather have a baby when you are ready for it. Also, change to a new condom
if he has been in the back door and wants to try the front one. That
avoids infection, just like using a different bag for each hole. As far as
I know, he can enter your front end with a condom on, then enter your back
end with the same condom. It is the other way around that might cause problems."
Jenny was startled, "His dick up my ass? It would never fit, mom!"
Both Roycee and Ellen smiled. Roycee answered, "Honey, a small fist will
fit up there with a little practice. That is another kink I am into and I
have had fists up my ass and had my fist up somebody else's. It is real
arousing, but you have to know exactly what you are doing or you will hurt
your partner. Look, let me buy you a nice big butt plug tomorrow. You will
swear it will never fit, but I'll have you taking it by the time I leave.
That OK with you Ellen?"
Ellen was enthusiastic, "Wonderful, Roycee. It will save me the time
trying to convince her that it _really_ will fit. Besides, she wants to
get used to it for her enema sessions and when Derek butt-fucks her.
Jenny, some of it is practice expanding your rectal muscles, but a lot of
it is just learning to relax back there. Your dad can slip into my
backdoor as easily as he can my front. God, my panties are wet. Your dad
is going to catch hell tonight. Actually, my ass is going to catch hell first."
Jenny heard screams from down the hall that evening, then moans and more
screams, but these were of pleasure. Ellen's prediction had come true.
Ellen tied Jenny to the bed for the last time, if the timed lock was still
available at the 'toy store'. She let her sleep until 8 AM, since it was
Saturday. Then BAM, BAM, ouch! ouch!
Jill arrived about 8:45 AM, and they all piled into the family car a few
minutes later. Jenny squirmed a bit, having left the pillow at home. The
Leather Shop was their first stop. Jill had to see everything. She was
open mouthed at the collection. "My God, Jenny, there is stuff here I've
only read about and some I've never even heard about. Your cane came from here?"
Jenny laughed, "Yeah, and the cuffs too. Today we want this gizmo." She
indicated a box with a clock in it. It had two electrical cords, one going
to a rectangular ring some three inches long and about an inch and a half
in width. One side was solid and the other open, but a round object could
complete the connection and it would be a closed ring. This object was
about an inch in diameter and two inches long. It had the second
electrical cable leading to it.
Jenny demonstrated the box, "Look how I can move this round thing so it
clicks into the ring." She proceeded to do it with one hand. "Now it is
locked and won't come apart until the time set into the timer. The red
button is an emergency release, but I won't be able to reach that." She
pushed the button and the round locking mechanism sprung back to reveal
about a half inch gap. "My chain is terminated in round rings, which are
largely for looks, but I can easily place the chain on the bed next to my
head and click this lock over the big rings in the cuffs. If it tends to
fall on the floor, that one ring can have a safety pin in it. You've been
in bondage in the same bed, but you may not have taken a good look at the hardware."
Jill laughed, "I was too concerned with my ass to notice, but I see what
you mean. So you plan to finish the bondage yourself so your mom doesn't
have to do it every night." She played with the lock and found it easy to
work with one hand. She pushed the red button and the lock opened.
Jenny continued, "Notice the red and green LED's. The green one is on now,
but if I unplug the box the red one comes on." She snapped the lock
closed. "Notice when I push the button, the lock still opens. That is the
battery back-up feature, which shouldn't matter to me, but suppose you
lived alone and were playing with self-bondage without a back-up. You
loose power and the timer stops wherever it was at that time."
"This way it keeps running. The release solenoid runs on six volts, and
the back-up batteries are four standard 'D' cells for a flashlight. If the
batteries get weak the red LED comes on, even if the box is plugged in.
Guess what? I read the book, which has all kinds of disclaimers and
warnings about self-bondage."
Roycee shouted, "Look at these. Just right." She had found two large
butt-plugs. They tapered way down after the big section. It was obvious
that the asshole was supposed to grip the section that was smallest, and
hold the plug where it would be most effective.
Jenny and Jill both looked at the big plugs in horror. Jenny said, "It
won't fit." Jill just looked at the objects with a hand over her mouth,
shaking her head.
Roycee laughed, "Sure it will. When we have some time, the first thing
I'll do is slip one up my own ass. You'll see how it opens up and with
some practice you can do the same thing. Now you shouldn't use a butt-plug
belonging to somebody else, but I'll pick up a bottle of Isopropyl
Alcohol, 90% strength, at the drug store where we plan to get the bags and
other stuff. I am very careful when I play with other people, but we won't
take any chances. Now we need 'J-Lube'; it is a must to help that thing
in. K-Y jelly can be used with an educated asshole, but you two will need more help."
Jenny introduced Roycee to Linda, the manager, "The eel? A great pleasure
Roycee. I've seen you swim, when you were competing. I was a few years
ahead of you in high school, but everybody knew you."
Roycee was a bit embarrassed, "Yeah, I used to swim; still do, but I don't
compete. Hey, I'm going to help these two kids to take these plugs and I
need some J-Lube. Do you have any? Oh, and would you tell these two that
these plugs _will_ fit, with some practice."
Linda replied, "How many pounds do you want? And sure, I can take a plug
that size myself. It just takes some practice, but we also have some cream
that you put on about twenty minutes before the insertion. I numbs the
asshole, and helps it to relax. I used it at first, but now I don't need
it. K-Y is sufficient, which we don't have since every drugstore in town has it."
They settled for a sixteen ounce jar of the J-Lube powder, and got the
rest of the things. They helped Jill pick out a dildo, which looked a lot
like the one Jenny owned, but was black. This amused Roycee, "Honey,
you're gonna have yourself a lot of fun with that Nigger dildo."
Jill smiled, "Black or white, it's going up my pussy as far as I can shove it."
They got three enema bags at the drug store, which were all the same color
and brand. That was the best they could do. At least they were good
quality. The drugstore also had the absorbent pads, adult diapers and the
alcohol. At another store they found some brass letters. They even found
some with names on them, so they got two 'Jenny' and one 'Jill'.
Then they stopped at a furniture store and ordered a queen sized bed for
Jenny. Roycee made sure the frame was adequate to take the restraints.
They got home about 11:30 and the phone was ringing. Jenny groaned, not a
customer for her ass?
It was Helen-Ann, "Jenny, I just heard about the girls that took six with
the cane on their assholes; was that true?"
Jenny replied, "Sure; we had thirty five, which really surprised us. I
think quite a few wanted to leave, especially after the first girl
screamed up a storm, but no one would chicken out. Hey, you are on for
today to get the razor strop, correct? As a matter of fact, you are number one."
"I sure hope so, I'll be at your place by 1 PM, but I was hoping to get
six on my asshole too."
"Well, it is late now, but would after the stropping be OK?"
"Yeah, as long as I can show them to dad this evening."
"You're really going to show him your bare ass tonight?"
"I sure am. I told him we needed a serious talk, and for once he is
staying home tonight anyway. Do you think your granddad would give me a
second session, after he is done? Oh, how many volunteers do we have, anyway?"
"We have six officially, but I have an idea we will have more; maybe lots
more. Look, Roycee is number five and she is a very powerful girl. If
gramps gets tired, I'll ask her to take over."
Helen-Ann squealed, "Roycee, the eel? I swam against her once and it was a
fiasco. I didn't know she was in town, let alone into spankings. Come to
think of it, the girl that mentioned the asshole spankings did say it was
a black girl giving the cane, with you holding their ass cheeks apart."
"She must have been one of the thirty five, or she got an awfully detailed
report, but that is correct, and I'll hold your ass cheeks apart while you
scream you lungs out getting your asshole caned. We'll do it to you right
after the stropping, but I'm not sure exactly when that will be."
"Like I said, dad is home all evening, so I'll catch him. See you at about
one this afternoon."
They had lunch. Jenny's dad was home, and he got a good laugh out of all
the latest with the spankings. He thought it was a riot that Jenny was
going to stuff her back hole with a plug. When he saw it, he was impressed.
About 12:30 cars started to arrive. Sue had her old VW bus with at least
ten friends, Helen-Ann arrived alone in a Mercedes and the street was full
of cars, old and new. Jenny rode with Helen-Ann, to lead the pack. Roycee
and Jill were with them. They waited until about 1:10, then left. Gramps
lived in the country, but most of the drive was freeway. They arrived just
about 2 PM, which is what Jenny had told gramps.
Gramps heard all the cars arriving, so he was out in the yard. They parked
away from the barn to leave room for an as-yet-unknown number of sleeping
bags for the volunteers.
Jenny had all the girls group together so she could introduce them as a
group. Hell, she didn't know the names of at least half of them, and quite
a few were total strangers. Jenny figured they were friends-of-friends, or
from the sorority, and she only knew Sally and Grace. It looked like there
must be about fifty visitors.
She asked for quiet and introduced her granddad, "Girls, I'd like you all
to meet my grandfather, Jake Knox. He is holding a razor strop that some
of you are going to have a very intimate relationship with this afternoon.
We have six known volunteers, but I see a lot of you are wearing skirts,
which is a bit unusual for a Saturday, unless you expect to have a swollen
ass later on. Also I have observed sleeping bags and backpacks. May I have
a show of hands from those who are absolutely sure they are going to get it
from us?"
(To Be Continued)
