Dave rested his left hand on the small of Jenny's back and the other on the left cheek of her bottom. A small despairing wail was heard. This was clearly a terrible thing to her - having Uncle Dave's hand molesting her tender, sacrosanct rear end.

Dave said, "Jenny, I'm going to give you one hundred spanks, and it's going to be just like this afternoon with your belly. If you offer any resistance or give me any trouble, the rest of the family will restrain you and you will then get one hundred and fifty spanks. Understood?"

"Ohhhh, Uncle Dave, please¡­.don't¡­.."

"Jenny, answer me - understood?"

"Y-yes, sir." Came the pitiful response. Jenny's bottom shifted uncomfortably.

"Now, I want you to ask for your spanking. Tell me that you deserve a very severe spanking and ask me to please give it to you."

This brought another torrent of tears. Would she become dehydrated soon, I wondered? Eventually, Dave convinced Jenny to make the shameful request.

"Please give m-e¡­.p-ple¡­p-please g-ive me a sp-sp-spanking, Uncle Dave, ohhhh!"

"Tell me you deserve a severe spanking."

"Ohhhhhh! Oh, I deserve a s-s¡­ oh, please not too hard!"

"Jenny, I'm losing patience!"

"Oh, I'm sorry! I deserve a s-s-severe spanking!"

"Where should I give it to you?"

"Ohhhhh! On my b-b-bottom! Ohhh!"

"As you wish, dear."

By the way, Professor, and dear readers. When my husband gives a spanking, it REALLY is severe. He has a strong arm and a heavy hand. With out further ado, Dave raised his arm and brought his hand down hard upon Jenny's left cheek, right about in the center. Whap!

Jenny jerked and yelled, "Owww!" as much from surprise at the force as from the pain. A couple of seconds later the pain sank in and she moaned with it. Her bottom twisted in anguish.

Dave spanked her slowly, deliberately, and with a great deal of force. He was NOT fooling around. Jenny became more and more energetic in her responses, both vocal and physical. She was only able to bear 10 blows, even though they were well distributed over her spacious bottom, before she reached her right hand back to protect herself.

"Put that hand back, Jenny, or it's extra punishment!"

Jenny put the hand back, with a great deal of mental effort. Just as she did. Whap! Dave let another one fly. Only five more (this time all in one spot) and the poor girl was again forced to put her hand back to try to protect her aching bum.

"All right, that does it. Come on, everyone."

As we had previously planned, I went to Jenny's front side and held her wrists. I took pleasure in noting the desperate, pain-filled and shame-filled look in her reddened eyes, and how her cheeks glistened with tears. I also enjoyed the view of Jenny's tits that were offered to me from this position. The halter top had sagged out just a bit and I could clearly see the areoles and nipples, both of which were large and reddish brown.

Timmy and Nancy first removed Jenny's potentially dangerous high heeled pumps as well has her white socks and then each gleefully took possession of one leg. Jenny was now in for it, and she knew it. She begged, "I'm sorry! I won't do it again! Please don't give me extras!" Even from my angle I could see her bottom clenching with dread. Timmy and Nancy saw this too and shared a mischievous grin.

Whap!

Dave began again, even harder than before. I counted the spanks as they were ruthlessly dealt out to the unfortunate backside of lovely Jenny. Jenny started to yell loudly with each blow, and her struggles became desperate - yet she had received only about a total of thirty. A pleasant side effect was the bouncing and gyrating of Jenny's breasts. After about fifty she began to become tired. Clearly she felt each blow just as keenly, but her struggles weakened. I could look over her back and see that her bottom's appearance had changed dramatically. It was approaching a cherry red!

Timmy and Nancy seemed beside themselves with enjoyment as they did their part to ensure that Jenny was unable to escape her punishment. Dave seemed to take Jenny's slight abatement in her reactions to his swats as a challenge. He increased the force of his spanks to a frightening level. He was successful in getting Jenny back into the mode of yelling and struggling and her poor bottom pained her more and more.

After what must have been an eternity to Jenny, Dave reached spank number 100, which was a real cracker, making Jenny jerks a little bit more than she had been and yell a little louder. He paused, and let his hand roam affectionately over the battered rump.

"Boy, is it hot!" he exclaimed. Jenny settled into more crying and moaning.

"Jenny, I'm a bit tired, so I'm going to give you a chance. If you can take them without being held, I'll give you only ten more. Otherwise, we'll hold you again and you'll get the full fifty that you have rightfully coming to you. Understand, Jenny?"

"Yes, yes, just ten more, I'll hold still! I can't take fifty more."

We released Jenny's arms and legs, and Dave began anew. Believe me, Professor, Dave was not about to let Jenny get off with only ten more. He was just giving her false hope. As I'm sure you know, this can be an enjoyable diversion for the punisher and a terrible demoralizer for the victim.

Dave gave Jenny a terrific whack, right at the crease where her bottom cheeks and her thighs met, and right in the center. As any student of female anatomy (or any reasonably observant person, for that matter) knows, this area is where the cute little diamond shape hole is formed by the bottom and thighs, and where one can often spy a bit of furry pussy if one cares to look. Hard spanking in this area can give the recipient some especially painful sensations, both in her bottom and in her vulva. Jenny jerked and screamed at the blow but managed to keep her arms still.

It was a losing battle for her. After the fifth blow in the exact same spot the poor girl was forced by the pain to attempt a defense. As a result we resumed our holds on her various limbs, and Jenny thus received the full measure of her spanking. Her struggles during the last forty or so blows became extremely vigorous, as well as her screams and pleas for mercy. This was due at least partly to the fact that Dave chose to continue to focus on the area just mentioned, bringing his hand powerfully up from underneath Jenny's seat, almost lifting her up from his lap, producing loud reports and desperate howls.

All through this last part of Jenny's spanking I enjoyed watching her anguished, pained expressions, her swaying, bouncing breasts, and the top part, the part I could see, of her big, blotchy red bottom as it heaved about in agony. The children seemed to be getting a similar enjoyment, and Dave seemed to be in ecstasy. I suspected that he might be very close to orgasm. I have to admit I was getting pretty excited myself.

Timmy, Nancy, and I let go of Jenny. Her hands instantly rushed to attempt to comfort her poor rump, which was now a very pretty deep red. She moaned and groaned in her aching pain. The three of us sat again in our chairs and enjoyed the sights and sounds of a well-spanked teenage girl. As she clutched at her bottom cheeks she inadvertently gave us nice views of the black frilly pouch that encased her pussy, and the strip that ran between her bottom cheeks.

Dave said, "Stand up Jenny."

She tried to obey, but the poor thing required help from Dave to bring herself to her feet, and she was pretty unsteady once there. She continued to shamelessly massage her butt. Dave got up and returned to his easy chair.

"Turn and face us Jenny, at attention." I ordered.

The poor girl let out a despairing wail and obeyed me, making sure that her arms were at her sides and her chest out. It was amusing to note that her struggles while over Dave's lap had caused her g-string to work down a bit so that a lot more pussy hair was visible, as well as the beginning of the swell of her mount.

"Jenny! Pull up your underwear. How indecent! Why, you'd think a girl of your upbringing would have learned SOME modesty!" I said, with a sly wink to the others.

Jenny looked down and saw how she was exposed in front. With a cry she quickly reached down and righted things.

Nancy spoke up, "How does your bottom feel, Jenny? Is it sore?"

"Y-yes¡­it's very sore¡­.sob."

"Wouldn't you like to rub it some more?"

Jenny could only sob at this.

"Well, Jenny, dear." Said I, "We've finished the first part of this evening's exercises for you."

"The first part! No! Please! No more! Not now - it hurts SO much already¡­"

"Jenny, do you really think that that a little spanking is sufficient punishment for what you have done?"

"Ohhhh! Yes! It was t-terrible! A-and I'm s-so embarrassed! And I'll never, never steal again!"

"I'm afraid you're wrong, Jenny. It wasn't sufficient. You have a great deal more punishment coming, so you might as well get used to the idea. We're just getting started on that bottom of yours. A big, fat, rear end like yours can take a great deal more, and that's what you're going to get."

"No! No! I really, really, can't take anymore! It's SO sore! I can't take pain very well. Oh, please! Just wait until tomorrow¡­when my bottom doesn't hurt so much. It hurts just to touch it now!" Jenny was arguing her case like an expensive lawyer. Her bottom must have REALLY been sore, or she wouldn't have been talking about it so freely. Normally she would be embarrassed even to say the word!

"Hmmm," I began, "So your bottom is VERY sore, Jenny?"

"It hurts REALLY bad, Aunt Marge!" came the earnest response.

"Hmmm, well¡­Tell you what, Jenny. Let's let young Timmy here have a look. If he thinks your bottom has been punished enough, then we'll stop for tonight. How does that sound?"

"T-Timmy?" came the tearful, hesitant response, as Jenny shot a quick, blushing glance over at the suddenly grinning Timmy.

"Yes, that's your cousin, in case you forgot." I said, drawing a laugh from all but Jenny. "Show Timmy your bottom, Jenny, and he'll decide whether it can take more punishment."

"Sh-show Timmy my b-b¡­?"

"Jenny, are you suddenly unable to understand English?" I said with a smile, "Walk over to Timmy, turn around, and show him your bottom."

"Oh, Aunt Marge, I can't!" the poor thing seemed panic stricken.

Nancy said, "Don't worry, Jenny, he won't be able to see your pussy! Or your bumhole, for that matter."

Needless to say, this comment didn't add to poor Jenny's composure.

One of the most enjoyable things about disciplining and innocent girl like Jenny, Professor, is that she can have wonderful lapses such as this. For example, in this case, Jenny seemed to have forgotten that Timmy had, just a few seconds earlier, been watching her bottom bouncing and writhing about and turning from pale white to a splotchy red. Now she was embarrassed to ¡®show him her bottom'. Wonderful!

"Fine, we'll move on then, to the next stage in your punishment."

"Ohhhhhh! Wait! I'll do it!" and the poor girl scampered over to Timmy's chair and then shyly turned around, standing awkwardly in front of the happy young man. Not seeming to know what to do with her hands, she wrung them together nervously.

"Bend over a bit, Jenny." said Timmy, having a hard time hiding his excitement.

With a hopeless moan, Jenny obeyed her young, horny, cousin, hanging her well-presented bottom right in front of his greedy eyes.

"Hmmm! Spread your legs a bit, Jenny." came Timmy's next order.

Jenny obeyed, but only just. This seemed to satisfy Timmy for the time being. He reached out with both hands, placing each palm on one of Jenny's divine cheeks. She jerked at the contact but remained in position. I was proud of her!

"Wow! You could fry eggs on this butt!" observed Timmy, as his hands roamed about at will, causing Jenny no end of embarrassment and consternation. He started to pinch her a bit, no doubt as a scientific attempt to judge how sore she was. From her little flinches and squeals, it appeared that she was pretty sore.

"It's pretty red all right, with some purple spots, but there seem to be some areas that didn't get it very hard." Timmy reported, pointing at Jenny's bottom crack and the still unblemished skin inside it to elucidate the last few words of his sentence. Impulsively, he gave Jenny a mischievous little poke in between her bottom cheeks - no doubt right on her anus. Jenny almost jumped two feet in the air and pulled away from Timmy, her hands rushing behind her to guard the invaded area.

"Jenny!" I said forcefully, "Again you're failing to be obedient and to exercise self-discipline. Get right back where you were or you'll be VERY sorry!"

Jenny was cowed, and started to move back, but she was so reluctant to give Timmy the chance to repeat the poke he had given her, or maybe to do even worse things, that she hesitated.

"Oh, Aunt Marge, you don't understand - he touched my¡­my¡­oh, it's indecent¡­I'm sure you wouldn't want me to let him touch my¡­"

"Your what, Jenny!" I said, feigning great exasperation, with a wink at Dave.

"My a-anus! Ohhhhh!" and she burst into sobs.

"Jenny," I said, "You are here for punishment and discipline. It is not your place to make ANY judgment on the propriety of any action that any of us may take. Whatever Timmy did was done for YOUR OWN good. You must understand that you can't continue to be this disobedient. Apologize to Timmy, this instant, our you'll be very sorry!"

"Ohhhh, T-timmy, I-I'm sorry."

I continued, "Now return to your position and ask Timmy to continue evaluating the state of your bottom. Otherwise, we will just continue with your punishment, and believe me, you'll get it extra hard for disobedience."

Jenny reassumed her posture in front of Timmy and made the shameful request for him to continue examining her. It was a bit hard to understand her through her sobs.

Timmy finished up his examination with some very intimate probing, during which Jenny seemed like she wanted to die right then and there.

Nancy asked with a smile, "Well, brother dear, what is your verdict?"

Timmy got a very professional look on his face. "Well, her bottom IS pretty red, all right, but it's so big I think it can take a bunch more. Besides, there are some parts that aren't even red yet!" Timmy punctuated this last statement with a repeat of the rude poke that Jenny had so strenuously objected to. She gave a brief scream and jumped a bit, but managed to get herself back into position admirably quickly.

"Well, Jenny, you heard your cousin." I said.

"Yep!" said Nancy, "It looks like your bottom's in for some more fun!"

Jenny saw that her situation was hopeless, but that didn't stop her from quietly babbling, "No¡­No! Oh, please¡­.it huuurts too much already! Oh, please!"

I told Jenny she could stand up and .while she begged I went to the wall where many lovely implements were hanging. I chose a heavy, three-tailed Scottish taws, and walked back to where Jenny cowered before her uncle and cousins.

"Here you are, Jenny," I said brightly, "Have a look! This is what's in store next for your naughty bottom."

"Ohhhhh! Wh-what is¡­Oh no! Please!"

I continued, "You could say that this (slapping the tawse meaningfully against my palm) is the BAD news, Jenny. However, there IS some good news. Aren't you glad?"

Jenny could only stare as the others laughed.

"Do you find this interesting, Jenny? It's a Scottish taws, designed for exactly the purpose that we have in mind - namely to punish bottoms. This is a heavy model, which we picked because we want to make sure that we REALLY cure you of your kleptomania. Notice the three tails at the end. They add a particularly intense sensation, so I'm told."

Jenny seemed to be getting unsteady on her feet, "No - surely you wouldn't b-beat me w-with¡­"

"The good news is that since you've been having such a hard time with self-discipline so far, we're going to leave out the self-discipline portion of the next stage. You won't have to worry about staying in position, which I rather doubt you'd be able to anyway because this little baby packs a real wallop, anyway, you won't have to worry about holding still because you'll be tied down. Aren't you glad?"

This was too much for our delicate darling. She fainted on the spot! Dave, who saw it coming, was quick enough to catch her.

Actually, it was a convenient time for her to faint, because it made the necessary preparations that much easier. Perhaps you remember my first letter, Professor, in which I introduced the modified sawhorse that Dave had ¡®invented'? It was just a matter of padding the top brace and adding some hooks. Well, he had now improved the design quite a bit, and actually created a new device. What he had come up with was really more like an Olympic style vaulting horse. It was bolted into a metal plate that he had put down on the floor, and the height could be adjusted for various body types and various uses. The horse was removable and in fact the metal plate was designed so that a second horse could be placed next to the first one. The second horse could also slide away from the first up to about three feet.

Speaking of Nancy, one of the refinements was her idea. The padding on the top bar was now covered with a bristly coconut matting. Nancy's idea was that Jenny's sore belly would be further irritated by this. Nancy is a very thoughtful girl!

In short, when Jenny came to, just a few seconds after we had finished, she found herself well secured over the horse. However, instead of spreading her legs, as we had done with Nancy (there would be plenty of time for that later), we fixed her ankles and her wrists, with leather cuffs and clips, to a ring that was imbedded in the floor in the center. We had raised the height of the horse so that Jenny's legs had a little bend in them if her tummy was resting on the cross bar. Thus she had the ability to heave her bottom upwards about six inches. Nancy and I had pulled her hair back into a ponytail and then loosely attached that with a piece of string to the waist band of her g-string. This kept Jenny's hair out of her face, not so much for her benefit as for ours - to give us an unobstructed view of Jenny's face and all of the various expressions that were sure to visit it.

Even though Jenny's ankles were fixed more or less together, her relaxed, unconscious, state allowed her thighs to hang somewhat apart, which, combined with her tightly bent position, opened her up quite a bit in back. Of course her most intimate parts were still covered by the protective g-string, but this view nevertheless seemed most interesting to Dave and Timmy.

"Ohh, where am I? Ohhh, my bottom hurts, and my tummy!" were her first words. Then, "OHH!" as she noticed that she couldn't get her arms or legs loose. "What's going on! What are you doing to me?"

"Nothing¡­yet!" volunteered Timmy. At the sound of Timmy's voice, Jenny clinched her legs together as tightly as she could. Nevertheless, in her tightly bent position a little of the black pouch that contained her pussy poked provocatively out from between her thighs, and a few cute sprigs of pubic hair were visible as well. Jenny looked lovely as she tentatively struggled, trying to assess the extent of her entrapment.

I walked to Jenny's front and trailed the three tailed end of the taws so it touched her hand. She jerked in surprise then gazed in fascination at the strap.

"Go on, feel it, Jenny. That's it, notice how thick and heavy it is. Yes, it IS a bit scary isn't it, but no reason to start blubbering. Believe me, you'll have something to blubber about in a little bit." As I somewhat roughly pulled the strap away from her hand, and walked around to command her OTHER end.

And what an end it was - a truly impressive bottom, large yet well-formed and tight, without excess fat. It was diverting just to watch it, following the examples of Dave, Nancy and Timmy, as it slightly squirmed its blotchy red surface in fear.

I was looking forward to the next few minutes. As your readers may remember, Professor, I had up to this moment had the pleasure of using both the birch and the cane on a bottom - namely that of my darling daughter Nancy. Always wanting to add new skills to my repertoire, I wanted to get experience with the taws. I had a feeling that a big bottom like Jenny's would be a wonderful subject for an instrument that delivers a very harsh pain over a wide area.

Dave had given Jenny an extremely effective spanking and I took that as a challenge. I wanted Jenny to forget all about the spanking!

I felt the need to philosophize. "Have you ever considered, Jenny, how wonderfully suited the bottom is as a location for punishing a naughty young girl, especially when it's a big, sturdy bottom like yours?"

Jenny moaned in humiliation and fear.

"It is wonderfully sensitive, yet it can withstand extremely vigorous applications of a large variety of implements. The owner of the bottom may be convinced after a while that she can stand no more, but she is always wrong. Her bottom can always take more. In addition, a young girl's bottom, such as yours, is such a joy to whip and spank and to watch as it bounces about and changes colors. Added to all of this is the wonderful sense of embarrassment and humiliation that the sensitive, modest type of girl, such as yourself, must endure."

"Oh, please, please, don't hit me with that¡­"

I drew back the taws and gave her a severe stroke right across the middle of her tightly bent bottom. The taws made a loud "CRACK!" as it hit. The area that had been struck first turned white and then slowly turned an even deeper red than that of the surrounding area. As for Jenny's reaction, the first result was a soft, "Ah!", followed after a couple of seconds by an intense moan of surprise and pain. Her buttocks clinched hard and her hips ground into the cross bar for about 5 seconds. Then she pushed her bottom backwards towards her appreciative audience, yawning the globes charmingly. Just as she did this, I gave her another hard one, lower down, almost across her thighs.

"Ahhhhh! Stop!" she found her voice, "I can't¡­" writhing in this suddenly more intense pain.

Whack! I sent this one to hit in between the other two.

"Ohhh! Ahhh! It hurts!! Please, Aunt Marge, it's too much! Ohhh!"

Whack! This one went high, on the very top of the lovely big bum.

"Agggggh!" she screamed and then panted, trying to catch her breath. Her bottom was starting to perform some very interesting gyrations. I started to think that I was succeeding in making her forget the spanking.

"Another nice thing about a girl's bottom" I continued my philosophizing, having to talk rather loud over young Jenny's moaning and crying and begging, "is the interesting extra sensitive parts that can sometimes make their appearance, depending on how the young girl is positioned, if you know what I mean. No matter how much a girl's bottom cheeks may be hurting, as I'm sure yours are, one can always ad a nice little extra touch of spice, of pain that is, by making use of the extra sensitive bits."

At this I allowed the tail of the taws to brush against the little bit of g-string encased pussy that was pushing out, rather impudently, just underneath Jenny's blazing bottom. Then I turned the taws sideways and drew it edgewise up her bottom crack. She instantly, intuitively, knew what I was implying. A girl can't help but realize when very sensitive parts of herself are in a vulnerable position. "No! Aunt Marge, not there!" the dear girl blurted out.

"An even if one never chooses to make use of the more sensitive areas, the young girl in question has to always wonder just WHERE the next stroke will land. No matter how much her bottom is hurting, the young lady knows that she must be respectful and polite to avoid even greater pain."

Whack! Whack! Without warning I delivered two stingers to the tops of Jenny's delicate thighs. The sawhorse creaked with the strain of the sudden jerking of Jenny's body as she let loose two surprised and agonized screams. Jenny's rear view was producing more and more evidence of a severe thrashing. The previous red color left over from her spanking was now enhanced by several bands of a darker, almost purplish red, and decorated with darker purple marks where the tails of the taws had hit.