Chapter 4 - wherein Dave's hand gets sore, Timmy performs an inspection,
and Mom philosophizes.
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.