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Subject: {ASSM} RP: The Story of Jenny Part 3 - Jenny Has Help (F/M span)
Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 04:10:03 -0400
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The Story of Jenny Part 3 - Jenny Has Help

Jenny was talking to her friends Beckie and Vicky about why and how
she disciplines her boyfriend.  After their visit on a Friday night
two weeks ago, in which they watched him receive a very severe caning,
they had each individually approached Jenny and asked her if she would
tell them more about the scene, and if they would be able to get some
practice under her tutelage.  Jenny, of course, was happy to oblige.

She told them how her disciplining him was a turn-on to both of them
and how it dramatically kept their lives, romantic and otherwise,
interesting.  She invited them to participate in a discipline session,
and they readily agreed.  Jenny described the forthcoming scenario.
"Before the session, I'll cut up a few sheets of paper into little
squares.  Then for each little piece of paper I'll roll a pair of dice
and write down the number on the paper, fold it up and put it in a
jar.  When one of us is spanking him, another of us will draw numbers
out of the jar and announce them.  He'll get that many strokes.  How
about Saturday at eight?  Sound good?"

There was enthusiastic agreement all around.  It was agreed that
Beckie and Vicky would show up a little before eight.  Jenny's
boyfriend would already be there at that time, but would not know
details about the session until the other women arrive.

When Saturday evening came, Beckie and Vicky arrived as scheduled.
Jenny provided some refreshments to her guests.   After a few minutes
of small talk, Jenny took the opportunity to direct the evening's
activities and announced to her boyfriend, "I've asked Beckie and
Vicky to help with tonight's discipline session, and they're also
going to help with giving you the hairbrush and strap.  I offered to
give them some training."  He saw a look of excitement and
anticipation in the eyes of the guests, no doubt due in part to their
recollection of the severe caning that he received from Jenny two
weeks ago.

Jenny turned to him and ordered, "Let's get started. Get completely
undressed!  Now!  Everything!"  He knew better than to try to delay,
so he quietly complied.  While he undressed, Jenny brought out the jar
full of numbers to be drawn.  After he was totally naked, Jenny pulled
one of the kitchen chairs into the middle of the living room and sat
down, pulling her short skirt up higher.

"It's important when you're giving over-the-knee punishment, that your
lap is completely level, like this," she told her friends as she
spread her feet apart while keeping her thighs close together.
Turning to him, he ordered, "Now get me the hairbrush."

When he handed her the instrument of punishment, she motioned for him
to position himself over her lap.  When he was positioned to her
satisfaction, she told her friends, "Most of the time I alternate
between each side of the bare bottom, and I choose a slightly
different place each time, although I confine all the strokes to the
buttocks.  If he interferes, I may give him several HARD strokes in
succession in the same place.  I had to do that a lot when I first
started to spank him, but as you saw from a couple of weeks ago, he
has developed some self-discipline."

"Beckie, why don't you draw the numbers from the jar for a while,"
Jenny said to her friend.  Beckie withdrew one of the folded papers
from the jar, opened it, and announced, "Eight."

Jenny started the discipline session by bringing the hairbrush high up
for each stroke, and proceeded to pound away eight times.  Each stroke
reverberated through the room as Beckie and Vicky watched with
wide-eyed fascination.

"Next one, Beckie!"

"Five!"

Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!

"Next?"
	
"Twelve!"

Jenny proceeded to administer the twelve hard strokes in an inexorable
cadence.  He started to react with an "Ohh!" or an "aaaahhh!" to some
of the well placed strokes.

"Next, Beckie?  If the total comes to less than ten, add the following
number."

"Fifteen."

Fifteen more strokes landed to the accompaniment of his vocal
reactions to the mounting pain.  And so it went until Beckie had
tallied several more numbers.

"Your turn, Beckie, and Vicky will tally for a while.  We have a ways
to go, so I want to give each of you a chance at both the hairbrush
and the strap."

Beckie took her place in the center of the living room, positioned
herself so that her lap was level, put her knees together, and,
pointing to her lap, said to him, "Get in position now!"

Jenny handed the hairbrush to Beckie and asked Vicky to draw from the
jar, and if the number is less than ten, add the next number to it.
Vicky drew two numbers and announced, "fourteen."

Beckie slowly started to paddle his bared bottom with the hairbrush.
After a few strokes, Jenny interjected, "Harder, Beckie!  Put some
energy into it!  Start over from one."

Beckie needed no further encouragement, and took to her task
naturally, getting the same kinds of reaction from him as Jenny was
getting.  She beamed with pride at the end of the volley of swats, and
waited for the next tally.  After she had administered over sixty
swats, Jenny had Vicky take her place.

Vicky was a fast learner, having observed both Jenny and Beckie, and
when she heard the number eleven, started to methodically and
energetically impart the strokes to his already reddened buttocks.
Jenny commented, "That's good, Vicky!"

After Jenny drew several more numbers, Vicky administered close to
seventy five swats to a squirming male.  Jenny announced, "Okay, now
it's time for the strap!"

Jenny ordered him to fetch the leather strap.  While he was doing
this, she repositioned the chair so that when he is in position to
receive the strap, his bared buttocks would be facing toward the
women.  When he returned and handed Jenny the strap, she bent him over
the back of the chair and told her friends, "He has to stay bent over
the chair until and unless I tell him he can get up.  If he gets up
during the strapping, he gets several extra strokes at the end of the
session for each time he gets out of position.  He can yell, and kick,
and wiggle, but he must stay bent over.  As you might guess, he has
had to get extra strokes many times during the first couple of months.
But his self-mastery and my encouragement has pretty much taken care
of that.  I still like to try to extend his limits of endurance from
time to time, and I know he has a very difficult time staying in
position then."

"Stand almost to one side, like this.  When you give the strap, always
follow through with the stroke, like when you're playing tennis.
Don't stop the swing when it hits, keep on going. Vicky, would you
draw, please?"

"Twelve."

"Okay, now, watch the follow-through..."

With that, Jenny gave him twelve ferocious strokes with the strap.  He
gave an exclamation with each one.

"Next, Vicky?"

"Nineteen."

Jenny delivered the nineteen strokes vigorously and rather quickly.
He had started to wiggle and occasionally plead with Jenny.

Vicky drew a couple more more numbers, to the accompaniment of the
sound of the well-used leather strap striking naked skin, and his more
urgent pleading.

"The hairbrush warmed up and tenderized his butt for the strap,"
stated Jenny.  "I like to give him the hairbrush or paddle first, if
I'm going to use the strap later - it makes it more interesting.  Your
turn, Beckie.  And don't forget the follow-through."

Beckie took the strap from Jenny, paused a moment, and then asked,
"Jenny, do you have a little bell?  A little brass one, like the kind
that you'd use during the holidays?"

Jenny, looking puzzled, slowly answered, "Well, yes, do you want to
have it now?"  Beckie nodded and Jenny went to look for the bell.  A
few moments later Jenny returned and handed the bell to Beckie, along
with a length of string.

"Stand up, now, and turn around," Beckie commanded the male who was
positioned for the strap.  When he did so, she further instructed him,
"Spread your legs apart, and put your hands behind you...  wider!"
When he did as instructed, Beckie proceeded to tie the bell to his
testicles so that the bell hung down a few inches below his testicles.
With the effect of Beckie's expert fingers handling him, along with
the heat on his backside from the hairbrush spanking and the recent
strapping, he quickly developed an erection.  Beckie and the other
women smiled knowingly.

"Into position again," she commanded.

"Now I'm really gonna ring his bell," exclaimed Beckie, much to the
delight of the other women present.  She picked up the strap, said,
"I'm going to enjoy this", and took her position to one side of the
soon-to-be recipient of her attentions.  "The count, Vicky..."


When Vicky announced the count for the first number, Beckie went right
to work, giving vigorous, forceful, well-placed strokes of the strap
on his bared buttocks.  Each time she delivered a stroke the bell,
which was tied to his testicles, would clang.

After several strokes, he started to give an exclamation, no doubt
realizing that Vicky would take her turn after Beckie was through with
him.  "Next?"

"Fourteen!"

The process went on for count after count, stroke after stroke,
without Jenny calling a halt to Beckie's administering of the strap.
While he didn't know how long Beckie would wield the strap, he was
certain that it would be however long Jenny wanted her to, and would
not end one stroke sooner.

To him, Beckie's attentions seemed to go on forever; to Beckie, the
session was a magnificent turn-on as she felt the tingling dampness of
her vaginal area being lubricated from the excitement of her
participation in his discipline.  He was writhing now with each
stroke, causing the bell to clang almost constantly.

After considerable time with Beckie wielding the strap, Jenny told her
to stop.  Beckie stopped, her eyes wide with excitement.

Vicky, anticipating her turn wielding the strap, got up and handed the
jar to Jenny.  Jenny announced, "Vicky, I'm going to tally up several
numbers in advance, and then you can have at it for the entire number
of strokes.  Jenny then added up the tally for item after item drawn
from the jar, and announced to Vicky, "Fifty six.  Don't forget to
follow through."

Vicky, with the strap in her hand, looked at the reddened buttocks of
the male, and announced to him, "Don't think for a minute that I'll be
easy on you because the others got to you first.  I'm going to treat
this as a fresh new strapping for you, and I'm going to thoroughly
enjoy it."

Vicky started in on the already strap-ravaged bared buttocks of her
male charge, delivering vigorous swats with a perfect follow-through.
His reactions to her ministrations showed that her efforts were having
the intended effect.

*smack!*

"Ow! Ow!  Oh that hurts!"

*smack!*

"Ohhh!  Not so hard!"

*smack!*

"Oh please no more!  Stop just for a minute!"

*smack!*

"Please, Vicky, PLEASE!!!"

*smack!*

"Ohhhh!!!"

On and on it went.  Jenny looked on with approval as Vicky altered the
cadence of the punishment instrument which she wielded with such
perfection, so that he would not be able to exactly anticipate the
timing.  Jenny recognized that he was struggling to stay in position,
stood in front of him and gently held his shoulders while Vicky
continued.  "You just stay in position there.  Vicky's going to give
you the whole allotment of strokes, and if you get out of position,
I'm going to let HER give you the extra strokes, and SHE will decide
how many extra to give you."

Vicky paused for a moment, then said, "Twenty more strokes to go," and
delivered them as fast as she could while he yelled, kicked, and
writhed with each one.  When Vicky had finished, Jenny allowed him to
stand up and move around, but announced that the session wasn't
finished yet, and that she had something more to show the women about
strapping.

After a short break, Jenny told him to get into position again.  After
he complied, Jenny asked Beckie to pick the numbers and announce them
one at a time.  When Beckie picked the first number and said the count
was six, Jenny took the strap and stood directly behind the male.

"Here's what you can do when you want to really make an impression
with the strap", Jenny instructed, and gave six rapid strokes, going
in both directions with a forehand and backhand motion.

"Oww!   Ahh!   Oooh!   Owwowww!   Ohhh!    Aaaahhh!", he cried out as
Jenny delivered the blows to his already splotched bared buttocks.

"He really has a hard time staying in position when I'm doing this,"
Jenny said with a giggle.

Beckie, lubricating heavily from the scene, drew several more numbers
from the jar and announced them.  Each time, Jenny administered the
strokes while standing directly behind her boyfriend, rapidly
alternating forehand and backhand strokes while he struggled to
receive them.

At this point Jenny told her boyfriend that the spanking session was
over, and that he could put his briefs on and join in the
conversation.  He donned his briefs and indicated that he preferred to
stand rather than sit.

A little while later, the guests left.

"God I'm hot," Jenny said to her boyfriend.  "Let's go to the bedroom"


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