JENNY 10
Ellen said, "You did very well. Now I'm going to go and leave you two to
be naughty. Here is a little present, a dozen condoms. You don't have to
use them all tonight. This big bed was bought just for you, so you two
enjoy. Wake up any time you want, and do whatever you want when you do,
which will probably be more fucking. Try to get at least a _few_ hours
sleep." She left.
Derek was taken completely by surprise. "She actually invited us to make
love, and I can stay all night."
Jenny was hot as hell. "Pull my nipple clips, sweetheart. OHH, harder,
OHHHHH. Get your clothes off, put on one of the presents mom gave you and
get into me doggie style. My pussy is dripping."
Derek followed instructions. Soon he entered her from the back. He gave
her nipple clips two firm pulls. "Oh, darling, being inside is so much
nicer than hand play, but I don't think I'm going to last long."
Jenny was moving her ass, as much as she could with the cuffs on, "Honey,
how do you think I feel? All the way in darling. Pull on my tits. OHH,
darling, pull harder, push harder, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She had her cum
and Derek joined her. He was a bit concerned that she had fainted, but he
had heard that could happen, although rarely during the first time. He
rightly figured it was the spanking, the tit clips and his efforts.
He went in the bathroom and removed the condom. He was unsure what to do
with it, so he flushed it down the toilet. He cleaned himself and went
back to Jenny. He untied her and lay on the bed with her held in his arms.
He kissed her gently and pulled a quilt over the two of them. She made
little moaning sounds and eventually woke up. She smiled at him, "That was
a keeper, sweetheart. Have I told you how much I love you lately?"
Rhonda and Helen-Ann were waiting for Ross to get home from a board
meeting. They had a good board of directors, with years of personal
experience in industry, but a few of them loved to give lengthy
dissertations and the meetings tended to run late. Ross, as he had
promised, had cut back a lot on his activities and delegated work to
others. None-the-less he was occasionally late, especially if a board
meeting was scheduled.
Helen-Ann spoke, "We paid a small fortune for that whip, and nobody has used it on me."
Rhonda responded, "I'd volunteer, but I don't know how to use one myself,
and I'm sure your dad doesn't either."
Helen-Ann laughed, "With Roycee gone, I'm not sure there are any but
private individuals who do, and I don't know any. Look, my day was sort of
so-so and I was thinking about maybe asking for a spanking anyway. Would
you be willing to try it on me?"
Rhonda hesitated, "If you really want me to, I suppose I can try it.
Should we go to your room?"
Helen-Ann shook her head, "From what the girl in the Leather Shop told me,
a whip like that is best used with the rear over a curved object, like the
arm of an overstuffed chair, or a sofa, like we are sitting on. Come to
think of it, dad gave me a few with the paddle over the end of this very
same sofa, and they were pretty good ones, so let's try it. I'll get the whip."
Helen-Ann went to her room and stripped, returning to the den with the
whip. "Thought I might as well dress in a manner appropriate to the
occasion." She laughed. "I brought the cuffs and two releases. I won't be
tied down, but at least my hands and legs will be tied." Soon she was in
semi-bondage with her ass over the end of the sofa. "Fire away. Oh, try
whipping a pillow a few times to get the aim."
Rhonda tried the whip on a pillow a few times, then brought it across Helen-Ann's ass.
SPLAT! ouch. "That wasn't bad for a beginner, try some more."
SPLAT! ouch. "Harder, mom."
SPLAT! scream. "Better. Keep going."
SPLAT! scream.
Rhonda continued until Helen-Ann had taken ten. "Is that enough, dear?"
Helen-Ann shook her head, "No mom. Please give me another ten, but hard,
like you did the last few.
SPLAT! scream.
SPLAT! scream.
Helen-Ann got her twenty, and was crying when Rhonda finished.
"How does that compare with the cane, honey?"
"Mom, it is entirely different, like the paddle and hairbrush are
different. The whip is a lot of 'thud', with some 'sting', but the cane is almost all 'sting'."
She laughed, "Take off your clothes and I'll _SHOW_ you what the whip feels like!"
Rhonda had been thinking that she hadn't been spanked enough lately, so she started to strip.
"Mom, I was kidding!"
Rhonda was nude, "I'm not. Help with these cuffs, honey."
Soon Rhonda was over the end of the sofa.
SPLAT! scream. "How was that, mom?"
SPLAT! scream. "O-ouch, J-just f-fine."
SPLAT! scream.
Rhonda got ten, "Do you want twenty, mom?"
Rhonda was crying too hard to talk, but she nodded.
SPLAT! scream.
SPLAT! scream.
Ross arrived home when Rhonda had taken seventeen, "Hi dad. She has only three to go."
SPLAT! scream.
SPLAT! scream.
SPLAT! scream.
"You did very well mom. Dad, she gave me twenty and I challenged her, so
she got twenty too. Help her to the bedroom and I'll tell Betsy to hold
supper a bit longer. I'll give you two an hour to fuck and get to the table, OK?"
Ross kissed his nude wife, who was still a bit weak kneed. "OK, but that
is about four I owe you. Not now, we've more important business." They
headed for their bedroom, hand-in-hand. Rhonda even forgot to pick up her
clothes. She had something more important on her mind.
Ross hadn't forgotten the razor strop. He asked the head of the
secretarial pool to see him in his office, "Kelsey, I'll be perfectly
frank with you. My daughter has revealed that she needs to be spanked
fairly frequently. We were able to purchase most of the, er, paraphernalia
at a local store, but she was spanked with a razor strop once by the
grandfather of a school friend. Those strops are not available any more,
except perhaps in Antique stores. Now, I'd like you to assign one of your
girls to find one or more, when her work load is slack."
Kelsey chuckled, "I know just the girl. Let me speak to her and if she is
agreeable, I'll send her in. About once a week she shows up sitting on a
pillow, and I think I know why."
Ross laughed, "She sounds ideal for the job. Send her in, if she is willing."
Soon a pretty little blond was shown in, "How do you do, Mr. Ross, I'm Laura Snyder."
Ross got up and shook hands with the girl. He had seen her around the
office for a year or more, but had never spoken to her, "Laura, Kelsey has
outlined the, er, special assignment I need performed?"
Laura answered, "Nothing more than you are looking for a razor strop. I am
familiar with the term, but I have never seen one except perhaps in old
movies, where someone is being shaved. The barber goes through some ritual
of 'stropping' the razor in order to sharpen it."
Ross replied, "You have heard that they were, and still are, used for corporal punishment?"
Laura nodded, "I would think they are in rather short supply by now. I
doubt that Kelsey picked me out of a secretarial pool of some twenty five
girls purely at random, sir. Apparently she is aware that I am 'kinky' and
into spankings, yet I have never seen an actual strop. Also, I am curious who told her."
Ross considered this, "Is 'kinky' the general term for a person who likes
to be spanked? Oh, no one told her anything, to my knowledge. She is
observant and noticed you using a pillow in your chair about once each
week. I suppose an obvious conclusion might be that your bottom was tender."
Laura smiled, "Sometimes 'tender' would be an understatement! To answer
your question, let me get to your computer for a moment." She walked to
the PC and typed in 'kinky', then called up the on-line dictionary. She
quoted part of the definition, "The dictionary says 'Unconventional Sexual
Preferences', as well as some other definitions not applicable to our
discussion. There are many women who are turned on by being spanked, even
if the spanking is non-consensual. Some of us admit this and some don't. I
don't advertise the fact, but certainly won't deny it if asked."
Ross laughed, "Then I have a daughter who is kinky as hell, and a wife who
is not too far behind."
Laura laughed too, "How lucky they are, and how fortunate you are. I
assume you get to spank them?"
Ross said, "I sure do, although some times they trade spankings. I find it
a turn-on myself, so I guess I must be 'kinky' as well. Why do you call them lucky?"
Laura answered, "I call them lucky since they have an additional sexual
outlet, and you fortunate since I assume you are the beneficiary of your wife's arousal."
Ross nodded, "I had asked her to marry me about twenty times. My daughter
had just revealed her desire to be spanked and suggested I spank Rhonda
until she said 'yes'. I started with the paddle and after every spank I
asked her to marry me. She continued to say 'no'. I switched to the
hairbrush and at about twenty five or so there was a long delay and she
said 'yes'. I kept spanking and asking and she kept saying 'yes', except
there was no long delay. When she had her fifty I stopped and she damned
near ripped our clothes off. The sex was magnificent. Afterwards, we lay
together and I asked her one last time and she said 'yes'"
Laura smiled, "To a kinky person, at least, that is a very romantic story.
I hope you don't neglect her bottom since your marriage?"
Ross considered this, "I think I have. I came home the other night to find
my daughter had been consensually spanked twenty times with a new whip
that we hadn't tried out. By the time I got there my daughter was whipping
my wife, at her request. They were both nude, in my study. My daughter
essentially told me to take Rhonda to the bedroom. Again, the sex was
magnificent, not that my wife is not very adequate in bed as it is."
Laura finished his thought, "But she is even better when aroused by a
spanking. I'm that way too. Sir, it would be my pleasure to attempt to add
a razor strop to your collection. Where would you suggest I might find
one? I am fairly familiar with the various sources, both local and mail
order, for spanking implements. No one currently offers such a strap,
besides it would be better to try and get an authentic old one."
Ross responded, "It was suggested that the Antique stores would be the
best source. Then there are Flea Markets specializing in Collectibles, and
an old razor strop might show up there. I understand that there are a
number of Antique shows, where several hundred shops have small booths.
This might turn into quite a hunt, so I will ask Kelsey to give you extra time to search."
Laura said, "Funny you should mention Antique shops. My grandmother runs
one, not that I have ever seen a razor strop there, but I can ask her how
to find other shops and shows. I rather think this isn't going to take
much time from the job, unless I have to visit a show. I've even helped
gran sell at shows when I was in high school, and there aren't any near
here. The biggest are in the capitol, and generally on weekends."
Ross said, "Have Kelsey make out a petty cash request for $1000. I'll sign
it. Talk to your grandmother and go to the next show in this general area,
including the capitol. Come to think of it, I think the shows are probably
your best bet."
Laura shook her head, "Yes and no, sir. The shows cost a good deal for
exhibition space so the dealers only take relatively expensive items, or
items they know will sell readily. I know that from helping gran, but the
dealers are very aware what they have at their shop. I'm betting I will
find several by asking at the shows, but they will be back at the shop.
You see, sir, we are talking about an item that is probably less than $50,
and not in great demand, so the dealer is less likely to take it to a
show. That means a trip to the store to examine the strop. Some of the
dealers are local to the show area, while some may come as much as several hundred miles."
Ross said, "Travel as much as necessary, but if you go to a show on a
weekend, be sure to report your time, so you will be paid."
Laura laughed, "I couldn't do that sir. It's too much fun looking at
everything at the shows. I'd just like to be paid for a plane ticket, a
reasonable motel and a cheeseburger."
Ross laughed, "You've got a deal, Laura. Have a shake too. Oh, we need at
least two strops. There is a sorority that wants one for their collection."
Ross received occasional memos from Laura to the effect that she had
called so many dealers that week, and although they did not have a strop,
they would be looking and call her. The next big show was at the capitol
and some two months away.
One memo stated that Laura had talked to the local Leather Shop and been
given some excellent pointers as to what to look for in leather. If it
didn't feel right it was likely to crack with use. She requested to
contact the person who had given the spankings with the strop. Ross gave
her Jenny's number, since he didn't have one for her grandfather.
She subsequently sent him a memo stating that the razor strop was the
worst spanking she had ever had and she would be using a pillow for a
week. Jenny's grandfather, Jake Knox, had taught her a good deal about the
care and appearance of leather, and she had been so turned on by the idea
of actually getting a spanking with his strop that she had requested a
demonstration. Jake explained that his spankings were a dozen, or nothing.
She had agreed, and got her dozen, after which she was unable to walk, let
alone drive. Fortunately, Jenny had offered to come with her and introduce
them, so she had help getting home.
Ross almost forgot the matter until one memo stated 'Heading to show early
Saturday. Wish me luck'.
The following Monday Kelsey told Ross that Laura had called and found six
dealers at the show who claimed to have razor strops at their stores, but
none had them at the show. It would take her up to several days to
actually see the products, since some of the shops were all over the
state. She planned to visit two that were located right in the capitol on
Monday, then one more that she could get to by train or a rental car on
Tuesday. She needed instructions as to how far he wished the matter
pursued. Ross told Kelsey to have Laura look at all six, if that was what
it took to find two in good condition. Rent a car by all means, but do her
best to succeed and not to worry about how long it took.
It was Friday by the time Laura returned to work and requested an
interview with Ross. She entered his office with a tote bag, "Sir, I went
a bit overboard, but the problem was complicated by the fact that the
stores were so far apart, in most cases. I could reject one that did not
meet the minimum standards for cracking, but if I found one that was not
too good, but acceptable, I was forced to buy it since otherwise I might
find the next one even worse and have to return to the same shop. Since
they aren't that expensive, a return trip would cost more than the strop.
Time and travel were against me. I ended up with four samples, at least
two of which I think are near perfect. I'd like to get an opinion from Mr.
Knox, but I am fairly sure of these." She removed one from the bag. Ross
had never seen one close up before.
Laura continued, "This one here sir, is typical of one in good condition.
I measured it, just in case you asked." She smiled, "It is 2 1/2 inches
wide by 24 inches long and is made by 'REALEDGE'. It also has the stamp
'Damascus Strop' and is their model 122A. I was unable to find a catalog
of this company, or any other. One or two shop owners thought there was a
club of some kind, and I'm not talking about a 'kinky' club, but rather
one that is composed of collectors, but I was never able to track that rumor down."
Laura shook her head, "I'm sorry this took so long, but I had to rent a
car and drive all over the state. In all, I visited fifteen shops, because
I'd hear of another shop from one I visited. Not every shop attends the
shows, you know. One of the best strops came from a shop that was not at
the show, but had been recommended by a shop who had an unsatisfactory
strop. The other shop was some sixty miles in the wrong direction, but she
called, and claimed they had one in good condition; it was. Two were in
terrible shape, and I'm afraid I was quite angry with the shop owners. In
one case I had driven over one hundred miles to get to a shop, only to
find the strop about ready to fall apart."
She pulled one more out of the bag, "The shop owner who had this one was
so embarrassed by it's poor condition that he gave it to me. It is a
'LLAMA' brand, but you have to look closely to see that near the top,
where the barber hooks it to his chair. Observe the fact that it appears
that several inches are missing from the leather part, and the canvas back
is even worse. It would do for a static display, but little else. The shop
owner claimed it had come from an estate sale. He had purchased the entire
estate, but had never looked closely at the strop until I got there."
Ross said, "You have done an excellent job Laura. I'm not concerned about
the extra two you bought, and I had already authorized you to take as much
time as you needed. Why don't you take the rest of the day off and have
Jake take a look at these. Perhaps he could grade them, and we will keep
the best one for ourselves. Say, I have an idea. Why not have the best one
gift wrapped and deliver it to our home Saturday afternoon. I'll introduce
you to my wife and daughter and you are welcome to stay and watch a
demonstration. I know Helen-Ann will want a spanking right away with it,
and I expect Rhonda will too. In the meantime, I'll see if I can't get
some lessons from Jake tomorrow morning. I don't suppose you have his
number, do you?" She looked in her notebook and gave it to him.
Laura smiled, "Fine, sir. I'll see Mr. Knox today and have the best one
gift wrapped. I _think_ it is the one we examined, by 'REALEDGE', but his
opinion is much more educated than mine. Ah, sir, may I make a request? If
you have time tomorrow afternoon, would you consider a volunteer?"
Ross laughed, "Your reward for all your extra work will be a spanking?
That sounds horribly unappreciative of me! Certainly Laura. You can tell
me if mine or Jake's are worse." He laughed again, "What a way to reward a
hard working young lady."
Laura was laughing too, "Not if the girl is kinky and loves to be
spanked." She rubbed her rear end and left.
Ross called Jake, "This is Ross Sargent, Helen-Ann's dad, and I
appreciated your help when my secretary was visiting. Come to think of it,
I never thanked you for my daughter's spanking either."
Jake laughed, "Oh, I've enjoyed it. Almost every week I get a call from a
girl requesting a spanking. Some were here the weekend Helen-Ann was
visiting the first time, some heard about the strop from friends and some
attended the demonstration I gave at the sorority. Until a few months ago
my strop had been collecting dust since my daughter left home when she was
about twenty five, but she got it right up to the time she left."
Jake continued, "Laura is due here any time now to have me examine some
she bought for your use. I really enjoyed spanking her, she screamed so
much, but she said she hopes to get one from you tomorrow, so she can't
have one today. She made an appointment for next week, on Saturday,
provided Jenny can help her drive home."
Ross smiled, "That's why I called, Jake. I'll be expected to give
spankings tomorrow and I have never even seen a razor strop until Laura
showed me one today. Do you suppose we could practice a bit tomorrow
morning? I've been using the paddle, hairbrush and cane at home. Oh, you
mentioned Helen-Ann visiting again?"
Jake answered, "Sure to the lessons. We can tie an old pillow to the post
and pretend it is an ass." He laughed, "Helen-Ann has been here several
times. One of my best repeat customers. She said you had been waking her
every morning with two lashes of the cane. Didn't you notice her ass?"
Ross thought back, "There was one Sunday when she almost shot off the bed
when I gave her two with the cane. She was tied to the bed, so she didn't
go far, and she was crying when I left. I noticed her ass, but I thought
one of her friends had spanked her."
Jake laughed, "Could be, or it might have been the strop. What has really
surprised me is the number of girls who keep coming back. They scream up a
storm while they are getting it, then have trouble walking, but a month or
so later they are back for another. At least once they have had one they
learn to bring something to rest up on, wear a loose skirt and have
someone with them to drive home. I'll see you tomorrow, Laura just arrived."
Later Kelsey came in. "Mr. Ross, Laura submitted her expense report to me,
and it appears that she must have the appetite of a bird and stay at the
cheapest motels in the state. Did you know that she drove nearly 2000
miles hunting for your razor strop? Her motel receipts are from all over
the state. She even saved air fare by driving the car home, since her
travels had been taking her this way in any case. There was a small fee
for dropping the car off here, but less than air fare. I wish she could
give lessons to some of our salesmen."
Ross laughed, "I bet she didn't even put in for weekend pay, either."
Kelsey shook her head, "No, I spoke to her about that and she said she had
already agreed to contribute her time, because going to the shows was fun anyway."
Ross thought a moment, "Kelsey, I heard that one of the VP's was loosing a
secretary soon. I believe she is expecting and intends to stay home in
future. Have a look at Laura's records and see if she would qualify for
the position. She showed good sense and initiative in this search, and I'd
like to reward her."
Kelsey returned a couple of hours later, "Sir, Laura worked part time for
us while she was in high school and participated in our summer training
programs. She takes night classes for a business degree. We pay half her
tuition, in accordance with company policy. Her GPA is 4.00 from high
school and night school. She may lack the experience of an executive
secretary, but I would be inclined to recommend her for the vacancy. She
can work with Stella for about two months until the baby is closer to term
and Steal resigns."
Ross smiled, "Fine, I approve. Please take care of it through personnel.
I'll tell her tomorrow myself. Today she is getting an expert opinion as
to which razor strop is the best, then having it gift wrapped for
Helen-Ann. She plans to deliver the package tomorrow afternoon at the
house. I can guarantee my daughter will want an instant demonstration, and
I invited Laura to watch the show. She then asked if she couldn't
volunteer, and I agreed. Now isn't that a helluva reward for all her extra
work?" Ross laughed.
Kelsey smiled, "So if she needs a pillow on Monday, it will be your fault."
Saturday found Jake and Ross practicing with the razor strop. The old
pillow really caught hell, but didn't complain like the usual objects tied
to the post. After an hour, Jake called a halt and they took a coffee
break. Jake said, "After the break I think another half hour and you'll be qualified to solo."
As they sat in the comfortable kitchen Jake said, "Like I said on the
phone, I can't figure the number of repeat 'customers' I get. They leave
here barely able to walk and a few weeks are back again. Well, your
daughter is one of them. She always has Jenny, or a girlfriend with her so
she doesn't have to drive. Sometimes she brings a friend for a stropping
too, but they always have a 'designated driver'. Have you figured out why
your daughter needs to be spanked?"
Ross shook his head, "Hell no, I haven't figured it out, but since I
started to spank her, she has been the sweetest daughter anyone could ask
for. Roycee told me she was naughty before, trying to tell me she needed
love, discipline and a spanking if she was naughty, but now she is damn
near perfect, but still needs to be spanked. All I can say is, it works,
so let's not try to fix it!"
Jake chuckled, "I'll drink to that." He finished his coffee and he went
back to the barn with Ross to finish training the younger man in the art of ass busting.
About 2:30 PM Laura arrived with a gaily decorated box for Helen-Ann. Ross
called a meeting in the den and introduced Laura, who presented Helen-Ann
with the box. She eagerly opened the box and squealed, "Oh dad, she found
one for me." She pulled out the razor strop and gave the sofa arm a good whack.
Laura laughed, and said, "I'd never have found it if your father hadn't
given me a week off with pay and expenses. I finally came up with five, if
you include one that is only good to look at. Your dad said one is for the
sorority, so you have two left for friends."
Helen-Ann was almost jumping up and down with excitement, "Dad, when do I
get it with this one? Now? Please? Pretty please? Oh, my poor ass needs this so badly!"
Ross was laughing at her excitement, "Sure honey, get the cuffs and leave
your clothes in your room. Laura is going to watch, if you don't mind, and
has volunteered for one after that."
Helen-Ann shouted, "Bring in an audience of thousands if you want to, my
dad is going to bust my ass." She streaked for her room.
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