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Subject: {ASSM} The Story of Jenny, Part 7 - Double Trouble, Double Fun (F/MF spank)
Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2000 06:10:02 -0400
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The Story of Jenny Part 7
Double Trouble, Double Fun (F/MF spank)
"Jenny! This is Brandelin," said the voice over the telephone, "do you
remember me?"
"Brandeeee! I haven't talked to you in years! Where are you?" Jenny
asked.
"I'm getting transferred here in my job," Brandelin replied. "So I'm
here on a two-week house hunting trip."
"Are you still with, uh, I can't remember his name..."
"Oh good heavens no. I ran off with that jerk and then was sorry
immediately. Never ended up with a jerk since then. I've had some...
interesting relationships in the meantime. We've got to get together
and catch up. How about over here at the hotel? There's a pretty
good dining room here."
"That sounds good. When are you free?"
"The sooner the better," Brandelin said. "Can you come today?"
Jenny was a few minutes late, so they went directly to the dining room
and started in on a leisurely repast. Brandelin wanted to share a
full bottle of claret, and Jenny assented. "I seem to remember,
Brandy Lynn [as Jenny affectionately called Brandelin sometimes], that
wine really loosens you up. Is that still true?"
A slight, almost embarrassed smile from Brandelin. "Yessss... I
kinda get uninhibited and say what's really on my mind," She giggled.
And so it went, the two friends bringing each other up to date on
their lives, jobs, and families, punctuated with moments of uproarious
laughter as the wine loosened Brandelin's inhibitions. The topic
finally got around to the more intimate and personal subjects.
"Oh Jenny," Brandelin gushed, "I've got to tell you something."
Lowering her voice and reaching over and giving Jenny's hand a
squeeze, she implored, "Don't think badly of me. Promise?"
Jenny brought Brandelin's hand close to her chest, gave a squeeze,
looked directly into her friend's almost misty eyes, and replied,
"Now, Brandy Lynn, I don't want you holding back anything. Tell me!"
Jenny released Brandelin's hand and gave her time to compose herself.
"Jenny, now this may sound weird, and if you don't want to talk about
it, I'll understand. It's something I can't help." Then, losing her
nerve, she said, "No... No, some other time."
Jenny, with a stern look, in a scolding voice, said, "Barbara
Brandelin, if you don't tell me, I'm going to give you a good sound
paddling!"
Brandelin drew in her breath, quickly put her hand up to her mouth in
surprise, and looked at Jenny with huge eyes. "Jenny!" she exclaimed,
then lowered her voice to a whisper, "I'm into spanking. What made
you say that?"
Surprised, Jenny said, "I don't know, it just came out. Are you into
getting spanked, or giving spankings?"
"Well, both. A couple of relationships I was in, they wanted me to
spank them, so I did. And then I found out I wanted to experience
them too. But you know, I haven't done it, either way, for quite a
while. Giving a good paddling is a great stress reliever." Raising
her voice excitedly, she continued, "I'D SURE LIKE TO GIVE A GUY A
GOOD HARD SPANKING!"
"Shhhhh!" Jenny admonished as some of the other diners looked their
way, having obviously overheard Brandelin's proclamation.
"Tee-hee-hee!" Brandelin giggled, then dissolved in embarrassed
laughter as she realized what she had done. Jenny couldn't help
laughing as well, and decided to enjoy their momentary spotlight from
Brandelin's remarks.
Brandelin went on to describe some of her past spanking adventures.
She related how she likes to give paddlings and hairbrush spankings,
using, as she termed it, the "wood instruments". She mentioned that
she also has some proficiency with the leather strap, but much prefers
to use paddles and the hairbrush. "When I use the paddle, or the
hairbrush, for that matter, I can play the guy like a fine violin,"
she boasted. "The 'spanking symphony', or the 'paddle concerto'
always goes just the way I want it to. I have some sort of connection
with the wood instruments that the strap doesn't give. I suppose I
should have some more practice with the strap sometime."
"What about being on the receiving end?" Jenny asked.
"I've given many more than I've gotten. Almost all of the spankings
I've gotten have been with the hairbrush or the strap. But you wanna
know something, I've never gotten a spanking from a girl. Sometimes I
wonder what it would be like." There was a significant pause.
Jenny immediately got an idea of a scenario, though she did not
mention any details to her friend. Instead, Jenny described in detail
how she got into the scene, and talked about some of her sessions.
She got a feeling of satisfaction when she noticed that Brandelin
appeared to be getting aroused. Now it's time, Jenny thought to
herself, to close in for the kill. Looking at her watch, she
exclaimed, "Ooh, look at the time. It's getting late and I'd better
leave soon. But I want you to think about something. If you want to
participate in spanking this weekend, let me know by tomorrow. I may
be able to arrange something so that you can give some spankings."
"Jenny, I'd love to! Count me in!" Brandelin answered with delight.
"Okay, I'll call you tomorrow and let you know where and when!"
They finished up dessert, split the tab, and said their good-byes,
complete with warm hugs.
Jenny had arranged for her boyfriend to be at her house at
mid-afternoon Saturday, and also told Brandelin to come by at 2 PM
that day, so that she would have time to talk to her in person before
anyone else arrived.
Brandelin showed up promptly at 2, and Jenny welcomed her with a hug.
Jenny made Brandelin feel at ease, and after a little while, poured
two cordials of brandy. As they raise their glasses Jenny offered,
"To Brandy Lynn!" They both giggled and downed the cordials.
"Okay, Brandy Lynn, here's the plan," Jenny began. "First, you can
give him a paddling. I want to see how you operate. Then We'll both
spank him at the same time. What I mean is, I'll give a swat, then
you'll give a swat, and so on. This will be a good hairbrushing
over-the-knee. Sound good so far?"
"Oooh, yeah!" was Brandelin's enthusiastic reply.
"Okay," Jenny continued. "There's one condition. I've never spanked
another girl before. So after you paddle him and we both give him a
good hairbrush spanking, I want to give you a good spanking. If you
agree to that, you can participate. Otherwise you can only watch.
What do you say?"
"You - you want to spank me too?"
"Sure!" replied Jenny, looking directly into Brandelin's eyes. "The
other night you mentioned that you've never gotten it from a girl, and
you wanted to try, remember? And what better time than now, and from
a good friend?"
Brandelin looked down for a moment, then, meeting Jenny's eyes with
hers, smiled, and assented. "Okay, Jen. What are you going to use on
me?"
Jenny answered, "I haven't decided yet. After it's over, you won't
regret it, I assure you." Then, with her hands on Brandelin's
shoulders, Jenny pulled her close, and whispered, "I want your
commitment now. I want you to do whatever I tell you to, without
question. Okay?"
Brandelin simply nodded.
Jenny's boyfriend arrived, and introductions were performed.
Jenny told him to fetch the oak paddle, two hairbrushes, the leather
tawse, and the straight rattan cane. "Brandy, how do you want him for
his paddling?"
"Bent over the back of a chair. This is bare-bottom, right?"
"Of course! It's ALL bare-bottom."
"Do you want him completely undressed, or what?"
"For the paddle, I want him to have his pants down far enough to bare
his bottom. For the hairbrush, totally naked."
Jenny's boyfriend came back with the implements and placed them on the
table. Jenny strategically placed a dinette chair in the center of
the room, and told him, "Brandy's going to give you a paddling while I
watch. Do everything she says."
"Come here!" Brandy ordered. She unfastened his belt, unsnapped his
jeans and undid the zipper. Then she tugged his jeans and briefs down
far enough to expose his bottom and his genitals. "Whoaaaa, what's
this!" she exclaimed.
"I have him keep himself completely shaved from the waist down, pubic
hair, legs and all," Jenny clarified. Brandelin, never having seen a
male with shaved pubes, gazed in amazement as he became quickly erect.
"Wow, that's something else!" exclaimed Brandelin as she cupped his
testicles with one hand and lightly stroked his throbbing erection
with the other. "Okay, get over that chair, and hold on tight!"
As he complied, Brandelin reached up and undid her ponytail, letting
her shoulder-length hair hang freely. Then she picked up the oaken
paddle and admired it, feeling the smooth varnished texture, and
studying the several holes drilled in it. She approached the waiting
male and measured her position with her extended arm. Then, after a
moment of focusing her attention on the smoothly shaved bared buttocks
of her charge, she commenced her performance.
Quite a performance it was. The paddle made a loud "crack!" every
time it made contact. Brandelin seemed to be completely absorbed in
her task. Each stroke was administered with a combination of grace,
elegance, and remarkable effectiveness. Keeping her eye on the
target, she drew her arm far back in an extended arc, and propelled
the paddle with steadily increasing speed toward the bared buttocks of
Jenny's boyfriend, who exclaimed loudly from each contact. The
precise timing of her strokes evoked the most sincere pleading for
mercy on the part of the recipient.
Jenny regarded the scene with awe. Brandelin was right about her
skill in playing the punishment instrument and the male with finesse,
Jenny thought to herself as she felt a tingling dampness between her
legs.
After about thirty five strokes, Brandelin stopped. With a broad
smile, she turned toward Jenny and took a bow.
"God, you're good, Brandy!" exclaimed Jenny. Telling her boyfriend
that he could get up, she took the paddle from Brandelin and set it on
the table. Jenny served ice water in frosted glasses and the three of
them conversed for a while.
"Okay, let's go on to the next phase," interjected Jenny. "Brandy and
I are going to give you a hairbrush spanking at the same time.
Brandy, come on and let's get situated." She told her boyfriend to
undress completely.
Jenny and Brandelin each moved a straight-backed armless chair facing
each other in the center of the room and seated themselves. Moving
her chair toward Brandelin's, Jenny positioned herself so that her
legs and Brandelin's legs intermeshed. Brandelin's legs, from well
above the knees on down, were in contact with Jenny's, thus forming a
solid combined lap. "Bring us two hairbrushes and get over our lap,"
Jenny commanded as she pulled Brandelin's skirt up to further bare her
legs. After he took his place, Jenny continued, "Okay Brandy, for
every stroke that I give, you give him one. I'll pause now and then."
Jenny delivered the first stroke. Brandelin followed with a powerful
stroke almost immediately. "Auuuughh!" was his reaction at each of
Brandelin's swats. Jenny paused after giving ten swats, each one
being mirrored by Brandelin with a graceful yet exquisitely powerful
stroke. This kept up for several sets of strokes, accompanied by the
male's squirming and protesting. After what was to Jenny's boyfriend
an interminable hairbrush spanking, Jenny delivered an extended set of
twenty strokes very rapidly, with Brandelin flawlessly following each
one so that there was a steady rain of hairbrush swats. After a
moment of rest, they let him up for a break.
Jenny excused herself for a moment, emerging from the other room with
a spreader bar with a chain on it, some wrist cuffs, and several
binding straps. "Wow, Jenny, this is getting exciting," gushed
Brandelin, unaware that she was squeezing her legs together in
excitement. Jenny smiled, stood up on a chair and hooked one end of
the chain to a strong hook that was anchored in the ceiling.
"Okay, Brandy Lynn, come on and step over here," directed Jenny.
Brandelin rejoined, "What?!!"
"Come on! You made a commitment, remember? Come over here!"
"What... what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to give you a spanking... and him, too." Jenny beckoned
her to come. Brandelin stood up and self-consciously stepped over to
where Jenny was. "Step out of your panties now," directed Jenny.
"Everything's on the bare bottom, remember?" Brandelin reached under
her skirt and tugged her panties down, stepped out of them. and looked
at Jenny with a "what next?" expression. Jenny had her boyfriend
stand directly in front of Brandelin. Then she directed both of them
to extend their arms outward and grasp the other one's hand,
palm-to-palm, and intertwine their fingers. Jenny slipped wrist cuffs
around each pair of wrists and attached them to the spreader bar.
Coming up behind Brandelin, Jenny reached around and unbuttoned
Brandelin's blouse and opened it up so that Brandelin was
bare-chested. "Come closer together now you two, I want you
belly-to-belly," Jenny directed. When they were close enough to
Jenny's satisfaction, she lifted up Brandelin's skirt from behind, so
that she was bare-bottomed, and placed a binding strap around them
both at the waist. She tucked Brandelin's skirt up under the binding
strap, pointed her boyfriend's raging boner downward so that it was
nestled in the front part of Brandelin's skirt, and tightened their
bonds. The male had to stand with his feet apart because he was a
little taller than Brandelin. Brandelin's thighs and legs were in
contact with his. Jenny stepped back to admire the scene. There was
her boyfriend, totally naked, front-to-front with Brandelin, who was
bare-chested, bare-bottomed, and bare-legged, with their hands
together and wrists cuffed to a spreader bar.
"One more little thing," Jenny said to them. "I'll be right back.
Don't go away!" she giggled. A few minutes later Jenny returned and
slipped a leather harness over their heads. The harness was
open-space and was meant to affix the position of their heads so that
they had to remain face-to-face. "I want you two to get to know each
other," Jenny stated as she tightened the harness so that their lips
were almost touching. Since the harness was open, they could see into
one another's eyes. A moment later, Brandelin gasped as she heard
Jenny say, "I thought you'd be well lubed on your own down there," and
then moaned as Jenny inserted something into her pussy.
Jenny had placed two hollow steel balls, each of which contained a
smaller, solid ball, into Brandelin's pussy, and pushed them well up
inside. Every time Brandelin moved, the two balls would either strike
one another and send shock waves of feeling through her innards, or
they would tend to stir around, further exciting her. Picking up the
leather tawse, Jenny teased, "You've got the entire dance floor, and
no one will cut in!"
With that, Jenny started what was to be a lengthy strapping session.
She would usually whip the tawse across the bared buttocks of one of
the duo, then walk around and give the other one a powerful swat.
Several times she gave one of them two or three rapid strokes in
succession, doing likewise to the other one. Brandelin exclaimed with
every stroke, while Jenny's boyfriend only cried out when jenny gave
him a particularly hard swat, or gave him several in succession.
The session was an incredible turn-on to Jenny's boyfriend. In spite
of the pain of Jenny's energetic leathering of his bared bottom, his
throbbing erection never subsided, and continued to press into the
front of Brandelin's skirt. Brandelin's wide-eyed exclamations,
combined with her frantic movements when she felt the searing heat of
the tawse, kept him rock-hard. Their front-to-front physical contact,
plus his seeing Brandelin's face at such close range and feeling her
legs kick, brought him to the brink of ejaculation several times. He
knew that if he ejaculated, he would shoot his semen onto Brandelin's
skirt, and he didn't think she'd appreciate that. Jenny sensed his
nearness to cumming, and wanted to push him over the brink. She put
down the tawse and picked up the straight rattan cane.
"And now, Miss Brandy Lynn," she said, sharply whisking the cane
through the air several times, "here's a taste of the cane for you!"
Jenny applied several smart strokes of the cane across Brandelin's
nether cheeks, each one immediately next to its predecessor. The
urgency with which Brandelin reacted, thrusting her front into that of
her bound partner, served both to excite him further and considerably
enhance the pleasurable sensations within her from the steel balls.
Jenny stopped whipping as soon as Brandelin started to orgasm.
Jenny's boyfriend could hold on no longer, and spurted uncontrollably
into the front of Brandelin's skirt, moaning and writhing as he
squirted.
Jenny left them alone for a few moments to regain their composure, and
then removed the binding strap that held them together, followed by
the harness that was over their heads, and finally, the wrist cuffs.
"Oh God, Jen, I've never cum so hard in my life!" declared Brandelin
when she was released from the wrist cuffs. She extracted the steel
balls from her pussy and declared, "I need to get some of these."
Pointing to the massive wet spot on Brandelin's skirt, Jenny said,
"Look what he did on your skirt, Brandy! I think he should get some
strokes of the cane for that, don't you?"
"Oh my gosh, look at all that cum!" Brandelin exclaimed when she
looked downward at her skirt. "Yes, I agree he should be punished for
that! May I do the honors?"
"By all means, Brandy," announced Jenny, handing the rattan instrument
to Brandelin.
Brandelin grabbed him by the arm and marched him over to one of the
chairs in the living room. Pointing at the chair, she ordered, "You
bend yourself over that chair right now!"
Jenny quickly slipped out of her panties and laid back in a recliner
with her legs spread and her fingers working on her bush.
Brandelin continued, "Bend over more. I want your back to be level.
There. Okay, now arch your back and stick out your bottom. Like
that. I want you to stay with your bottom stuck out like that, or
I'll give you three extra for every time you don't!" Turning to
Jenny, she asked, "How many should he get? I'm thinking around
fifteen."
"That's about right. Make sure he keeps his bottom out there for
you," Jenny replied, her fingers deftly working in and around her
creamy pussy.
Brandelin positioned herself so that the tip of the cane extended well
beyond the far side of the male's buttocks. "Nasty boys who cum all
over ladies' skirts get punished severely. You're going to get a good
caning, you naughty boy!" Brandelin drew the cane back and whipped it
hard against his waiting buttocks. The tip of the cane curled around
and struck the especially sensitive part of the buttocks, leaving a
thin red stripe.
"Aaaahh!" he immediately shouted when the cane left its mark.
Brandelin pressed her lips firmly together and gave another hard
stroke. "Owwwww!" She continued. When the count reached seven, he
flinched and retracted his buttocks. "No!" shouted Brandelin. "Keep
your bottom out there! Three extra!" He tried his best, but couldn't
keep still, and wiggled too much after the twelfth stroke. "You did
it again! That's six extra. (*whack*) Thirteen... (*whack*)
Fourteen... (*whack*) Fifteen. Now stick out your ass, you nasty
boy, for the six extra!"
Jenny, finally obtaining release from the pent-up arousal from the
afternoon's adventures, was having one orgasm after another at the
sight of Brandelin's whipping her boyfriend, and shamelessly moaning
each time she climaxed.
Brandelin came to love the sound of the rattan as it whipped through
the air on its way to the punished male's bared bottom. She delivered
the six extra strokes especially forcefully, evoking a loud shout from
him with each one.
"Wow, Jenny, I haven't had such an exciting day in ages!" proclaimed
Brandelin. "Thank you for the wonderful time." Turning to Jenny's
boyfriend, she said, "And special thanks to you for enduring the
spankings from me. I hope Jenny will be real nice to you for that."
Jenny served more cool drinks and Brandelin freshened herself up and
left. Jenny looked at her boyfriend's striated bare bottom and
commented, "She DID give it to you good! Let's go in the bedroom and
I'll put some cream on there and make it feel all better." She took
two full pillow and placed them in the center of the bed, and spread a
towel on top of them. "Okay, face down and relax, I'll go get the
cream." Tenderly, Jenny spread some soothing cream on her boyfriend's
buttocks. He reveled in her skilled touch. Then she straddled him
and massaged his lower back for a few minutes, then tantalizingly
spread some cream around his back opening.
She then applied a generous portion of the cream to the strap-on dildo
that she had surreptitiously put on when she fetched the ointment.
Slowly, Jenny spread apart her boyfriend's nether cheeks and gingerly
placed the tip of the strap-on against his back portal. A little
shove, and it was in about an inch. He moaned, and she could see his
erection harden. Working it back and forth, she went in a little
further with each thrust.
"Jenny, that feels so good..."
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