JENNY 15
Splat "Steve, please give me a fucking _SPANKING_.
Splat Grunt "Harder, harder, you are supposed to _HURT_ me."
Splat! Scream! "Better, better. Fifty like that, or harder.
Splat! Scream! She started to cry.
Splat! Scream! She stuck her ass up for another.
Splat! Scream! "Oh, yes, sweetheart. Spank me."
Steve gave her what she asked for. After the fifty she was limp across his
lap, crying. Steve lifted her and turned her over, holding her in his lap.
He succumbed to a desire he had the first time he met her, and kissed her
on the lips. She moaned and kissed him back. They both opened their lips
and dueled with tongues. They finally broke apart panting breathlessly.
Steve held her close, "God, Laura, I've wanted to do that for months. I
think I'm falling in love."
Laura smiled, "I've been in love with you for months. What took us so long?"
Steve sighed, "You are aware that I am divorced. I was badly burned and
I've been very alone ever since. I haven't even dated. Besides, there is
the guy that has been spanking you. I figured you were already taken."
Laura smiled, "You will never guess who gave me the one last night, so
I'll tell you. It was Rhonda, Ross Sargent's wife. I took forty and she
gave up at thirty, but I've got more experience spanking, and probably
hurt her as much with the thirty as she hurt me with the forty. We'll try
again. Do you remember the first day I was working with Stella? I was
sitting on my pillow that day too, but that was before you two started to
give me a hard time. You'll never guess who gave me that one either; it
was Ross himself. I had been assigned to find a razor strop to spank
Helen-Ann. I found several, but I had to go to shops all over the state to
do it. For a joke, he asked me to have the best one gift wrapped and bring
it to his place on Saturday. Helen-Ann was so pleased with it that she had
to have a spanking immediately. Ross did her, then Rhonda volunteered and
finally he did me."
She kissed him again, "The only men to spank me in over a year are Ross
and Jake Knox, who is the father of Ellen Blackwell. He is pushing
seventy, but still can do more damage to my ass with a dozen than Rhonda
can with forty. Ellen and her husband Carl do legal work for Ross
Industries, and I think you have met them. I met Jake through Ellen's
daughter, Jenny, who is into spankings too. Helen-Ann and I have nice
girl-girl scenes quite often."
"Steve, I am bi-sexual, and I am sure I will continue to be, but I very
much need a man in my life. You are welcome to be him, if you want."
He said, "I want very much. We had better get you dressed before we have
visitors. May I take you to dinner this evening?"
Laura smiled, "Yes dear, and you can have me for desert. Oh, I'm afraid I
left a wet spot on your pants. The spankings always leave me hot as hell,
then the kissing just made it worse"
Steve looked at his lap, and sure enough, she had left some lubrication.
"That calls for a spanking after dinner, sweetheart."
Laura kissed him passionately on the lips, "Naturally, darling."
Somehow they got through the day. When you were falling in love and knew
that you were going to fuck for the first time later on, it was hard to
concentrate on anything else.
They went to a small Italian restaurant near Laura's home. They talked a
lot about each other since they both had so much to learn. They found
their likes were very similar, except Steve had never considered himself
kinky and Laura had kinky experiences since childhood.
She admitted to Steve that she had intentionally annoyed her parents when
she was only about seven years old, so they would give her a spanking. A
nice temper tantrum invariably resulted in a nice spanking. She always
seemed to choose a time for her tantrums when her parents were alone with
her, no one was expected for a visit and her parents were well rested.
She laughed at her own story. Maybe it was her good timing that finally
alerted her parents. They realized that she enjoyed spankings when she was
about twelve. It was dad that usually spanked her and he confronted her
one day during her tantrum and before her spanking. He told her that they
would spank her as much as she wanted, as long as she wanted, if she would
admit the truth. Her tantrum disappeared as if by magic. She quickly took
off her clothes, kissed dad and asked him for a good spanking, with lots
of screams and tears. He gladly complied. After that her attitude changed
completely, because all she had to do was ask either mom or dad and they
would warm her bottom all she wanted. Her case and Helen-Ann's were very
similar, in many respects, but it had taken Ross much longer to realize
what his daughter needed, and he had to literally have it shoved in his face.
Laura invited Steve to see her dungeon, and give her another spanking. Her
rear really didn't need another one tonight, but her kinky hormones sure
as hell did. "Down here darling. I've got the whole basement devoted to
kinky play. First, we both know what we are going to do after the
spanking, and I'm going to take off all my clothes anyway. Why not join me
in the nude, then we can fuck just as soon as my spanking is over. I warn
you, I can get very aroused by a good spanking, so the first time is going
to be fast. After that we can recover a bit and really make love."
Steve laughed as he undressed, "Do you think I am going to last very long
our first time?"
Laura was in the nude before Steve, and put on the cuffs. She clipped the
leg cuffs to the cross, then one wrist cuff, "Do the last clip, darling,
then fasten the body strap. I left the razor strop on the bed. You keep
the count; after about twenty I tend to get a bit woozy headed. I'll take
all I can, but remember that I had forty last night, then my mean boss
gave me fifty with the paddle this morning."
"Hit my ass hard, sweetheart, I love the pain in my ass."
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH! "OH, that was good."
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH! "More just like that."
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH! "Oh, yes, spank me."
She took twenty, twenty five, screaming and crying. At thirty she told
Steve to stop. He gave her one more with everything he had.
SPLAT! EEEEEEEEEEOH! EEEEEEEEEEOH! EEEEEEEEEEOH!
Steve took her off the cross and helped her to the bed. She cried out as
he put her on her back; her ass hurt even worse, "Put it in me darling.
Sweetheart, I can't wait another second. OHH, yes. All the way.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She had a lovely cum as he hit bottom. He pistoned in and
out, she met every deep thrust with an upward thrust of her own. He
moaned, and they had a lovely mutual cum.
They had several more before morning, then one more for breakfast.
They couldn't stand to be apart, so they were married a week later.
Rhonda and Helen-Ann were talking one day. Helen-Ann said, "Did you tell
me once that dad had been your only lover?"
Rhonda smiled, "Very first, complete with blood on the sheet. We were at a
motel, registered under some name like Don Ross and wife. Ross gave the
cleaning girl $20 for a tip to forget which room it came from. The girl
just laughed and said, "What sheet? And made it disappear."
Helen-Ann replied, "Would you believe I fucked thirty one men in one day?"
Rhonda gasped, "How could you?"
Helen-Ann explained, "In the first place I spent a small fortune of dad's
money when I was about sixteen. I had false ID, that claimed I was
nineteen. I went to a hospital specializing in microsurgery and had
stainless steel plugs put in my tubes. I had been fucking around a lot and
was afraid something would go wrong and I'd get pregnant. The operation is
one of the only methods that is 100% sure, but reversible. I suppose some
day I'll want kids, and I can have the tubes unblocked at the same hospital.
Helen-Ann shook her head, remembering her experiences, "I read somewhere
that prostitutes could fuck as many as twenty or thirty men in one
evening, so I thought I'd try it. I drove to a fancy hotel and parked.
Then I took a cab. I gave the driver $20 for a tip and told him that was
over and above his meter. I wanted to go to the nicest, fanciest whore
house in town. He knew them all, I'm sure, and the one he took me to was a
whole house, in a good part of town. I got to talk to the Madam, and
explained that I wanted to be one of her girls for one night, the busiest
night in the week, which is Saturday, by the way. I gave her a $100 tip
and told her to keep the money I would make from the 'Johns'."
Helen-Ann was remembering that evening, "She sent me to a specialty store
and I had an outfit made for prostitutes. It was cut deep in front of my
pussy. I started to have my pubic hair cut back so it wouldn't stick out
beyond the outfit, but I decided to have a total shave down there. I'm
sure you have noticed that I still keep it that way to this day. The back
revealed about 90% of my ass, it was cut so high. The top looked demure,
but there were two round holes over my nipples, so they were perfectly
visible. I got a set of nipple clips that had adjustable tension, so I
could wear them for hours." She was quiet for a few moments recalling the experience.
"I put on the whole outfit at home, then put an opera cloak on, which made
it all invisible. I got there about 2 PM, when the afternoon crowd was
there. I picked the younger guys because I figured they would be a better
fuck, and would have a quicker cum, so I could get to the next one. I ran
into twins and took them both to the room at the same time. I took every
younger man I could. I got a red ticket from the cashier for every one I
took upstairs, so I know for sure how many I fucked. I was tired by about
3 AM, and my pussy was sore, so I gave up. I didn't know I'd taken thirty
one dicks until I woke up later that day, and counted the red tags. I
still have them, as well as the costume I wore that day."
Rhonda could hardly believe what she had heard, "But why would you do such
a thing? Weren't you afraid of getting something?"
Helen-Ann shook her head, "Whores are very well aware of the dangers. The
condom is not perfect, but it is very close. Every room had an ample
supply and all the John's either automatically put one on, or I made a
gentle suggestion. Each room had a douche bag in the bathroom. It was
filled with some antiseptic solution. They were tossed after use, so there
was always a fresh one with a clean room. I used about two quarts of that
stuff after every John was done with me. As to why I did it, well, it is
just one of those things that a teen can get involved in. I really wanted
to fuck as many men as I could in one night, and I did."
Helen-Ann sighed. A tear ran down her face, "Now I'm down to just my
husband, when I can catch him."
Rhonda was shocked at first, but then she remembered at least twice
Helen-Ann had referred to her husband, but pretended she was kidding.
"Darling, your father and I wondered. You mentioned 'husband' a few times."
"Dear Carlos. I love him terribly, and I keep telling myself that he loves
me too. We were married over a year ago, but he discovered who I was and
left me. I was too good for him."
Rhonda was still in shock, "Dear, I had no idea you were even dating."
"I haven't dated, except for Carlos, since I met him at the whore house.
He was the only one of those thirty one boys who made love to me. The rest
were in-squirt-out. He started by kissing me on the mouth. Then he worked
slowly down to my breasts. I was aroused and ready for him by then, but he
went even further down and started licking my clit. I had two cums before
he even entered me. Then I had another cum even before he did, about ten
seconds after he hit bottom. He was very slow and brought me to my final
cum in such a delightful way that I fainted. He was holding me close and
kissing my hair when I awoke. He kissed me on the mouth once he was sure I
was conscious again. He insisted that he was falling in love with me and I
knew I was gone on him. I gave him the number for my private line
upstairs. I found later that a friend had invited him to the club, or
whatever you want to call it, and bought a ticket for him."
Rhonda was recovering enough to ask some questions, "He still thought you
were a professional prostitute?"
Helen-Ann smiled, "He did for a long time, until we had our big
confrontation. We dated constantly after we first met, but most of our
'dates' were at the family restaurant, 'El Pico De Gallo'. I was
interested in learning to cook when I was a kid, and Betsy taught me how
to cook her style. Carlos taught me how to cook Mexican style. We made a
good team, at least in the kitchen."
Rhonda shook her head, "How did you ever have any....., well private life?"
"I rented a little apartment near the restaurant and told Carlos that I
had quit the whore house, but I had some money saved up so I could finish
high school. We made beautiful love in that little place. Sometimes it
seems more my home than here."
Rhonda asked, "How were you able to get married?"
Helen-Ann smiled, "I 'invented' a trip to Vegas that I had 'won' in an
imaginary lottery. It was for two, so he talked some relative into cooking
for a few days, and away we went. As you know, you can get married in
Vegas 24 HRS of any day, and after a lovely fuck in our room I said
something like, 'Do you truly love me', he said 'yes' so I said 'we can be
married in an hour'. He started dressing and said, 'let's go'. It was late
at night but a taxi found a little chapel open and we were married. I was
using fake ID, so he still thinks I am about two years older than I am,
but my license is in my real name, Elena Rodriguez." She pulled it out and
showed it to Rhonda.
Rhonda still didn't understand what broke them up, "So why did he leave
you? Here he finds he has a wife worth some $100 MIL and he leaves?"
"Am I really worth that? It doesn't matter; too many lies. We were at a
party I had been invited to. It was a mistake telling him that a
girlfriend had asked me. There were too many people there who knew who I
really was. One of them had gone to high school with Carlos. Naturally he
introduced me as his wife. They got talking, and Carlos learned about the real me."
Helen-Ann shook her head, "Too damn many lies. First there was the big one
that I was a professional prostitute, then my parents were dead, that I
was as broke as he was, that I was used to living in a dinky little
apartment, the trip to Vegas. Hey, I could go on and on. He didn't even
finish high school, and I'm supposed to be headed for an MBA so I can run
a multi-million business when dad retires."
Rhonda shook her head, "Honey, it is multi-billion."
Helen-Ann shrugged, "Whatever. He left because I was pretending to be a
person I really wasn't, and he is a second generation Chicano from the
wrong side of the tracks."
Rhonda spoke firmly, "Which side of the tracks he is from and his ethnic
background are of no importance, you love him and we need to find a
solution to this problem. Would he come to the house, so Ross, you and I
can talk this out?"
Helen-Ann shook her head, "I doubt it. It isn't that I haven't invited him
often enough. He simply feels that there is a gap between our backgrounds
that is too big to surmount."
"May I discuss this with Ross?"
Helen-Ann shrugged, "He will have a cow, but I guess I don't care any
more. Maybe he can pull a miracle out of the hat. If you don't have to,
you don't have to tell him I fucked thirty one boys in one session. That
is not considered quite the thing to do in polite society, you know."
Three nights later dad asked Helen-Ann and Rhonda into the den for a talk.
Helen-Ann was sure she knew what the subject was. Dad started off, "My
dear daughter, it came as a shock to find you are really Mrs. Rodriguez,
but that certainly doesn't make me love you any less, nor fell any less
responsible for your future. I took the liberty to have your husband
investigated, so I would have some idea who we are dealing with. He is a
smart, very hard working man, who is very devoted to his family.
Unfortunately, unless we can do something, he will probably continue to
run that restaurant until the last one of his brothers and sisters is an
adult, and probably beyond that."
Helen-Ann nodded, "I know the whole family well dad. They took me in like
I was one of their own. It didn't matter that I was Anglo and didn't speak
Spanish. Carlos had married me, and that was good enough for them. They
are all good, hard working people."
Ross agreed, "Exactly what my investigators said. Somehow we have to get
Carlos to realize he can get a business education and take care of the
family even better, plus save his marriage."
Helen-Ann was crying, "Please dad, pull the rabbit out of the hat."
Ross said, "We already know that he won't come here. I tried personally
just today, but we can go to him. What is the slowest time of the slowest day?"
Helen-Ann thought, "It depends, but usually Wednesday evening about 9 PM.
They stay open until 11 PM, so Carlos is stuck there."
Ross smiled, "Next Wednesday at 9 PM, I'm going to meet your husband."
All three Sargents, no, two Sargents and a Rodriguez, entered El Pico De
Gallo and sat at a booth. A young girl came forward with menus. Her face
lit up when she recognized Helen-Ann and she spoke to her in Spanish. They
embraced and Helen-Anne responded in the same language. They had a lengthy
conversation, and it was clear that Helen-Ann had learned her husband's
language. Finally, Helen-Ann switched to English and introduced Rosie, one
of Carlos' sisters, to her dad and mom. Rosie said, "He's in the back, and
I hope you can talk some sense into him. You two belong together, Elena."
"You may observe that I'm not 'Helen-Ann' around here. 'Elena' is the
Mexican equivalent of 'Helen', and my hyphenated name doesn't fly in Spanish anyway."
Helen-Ann led Ross to the kitchen. Carlos recognized her instantly and
dropped a pot he was cleaning. Helen-Ann spoke calmly, although that
wasn't the way she felt inside, "Carlos, I'd like you to meet my father,
Ross Sargent. Dad, meet your son-in-law." With that she left.
Ross put out his hand, "It is a great pleasure to meet you Carlos. My
daughter has told us a lot about you."
Carlos looked at Ross and the extended hand. He couldn't very well be
impolite to this man who had come to him when he had refused to come to
Ross. All he said was, "How do you do, sir." He shook Ross's hand. It was
perhaps a reluctant handshake, but it was firm, as if Carlos was confident
of his role in life.
Ross spoke, "We can talk here, but I would think we would be more
comfortable in the front. Besides, I would like you to meet my wife. Your
wife generally calls her 'mom', but actually she is her step mom. For all
practical purposes her birth mother abandoned her when she was born,
although we remained married for a few more years. I'm afraid I didn't do
a very good job of raising Helen-Ann, but we are trying to rectify some of that now."
The frank, open, attitude of the man Carlos knew was worth over a billion
dollars confused him. He had never met anyone from that social strata,
other than his wife, and he had not been aware of who she was at that
time. "Very well, sir. My wife apparently remembered when our slowest time
is. I may have to leave to prepare some food, but we will be largely undisturbed."
Helen-Ann moved over when Ross and Carlos approached the booth. Carlos had
little choice but to sit next to her. They spoke briefly in Spanish.
Switching to English, Helen-Ann introduced Rhonda as 'mom'.
Ross spoke, "Our daughter has spoken highly of you Carlos, and she loves
you very much. We want to see what we can do to get you two together again
and perhaps help you to become more than a chef. Let's talk frankly. You
could have an advanced degree in business, the sciences, the law, whatever
you want, in just a few years, if you didn't seem to believe that your
wife's money was somehow tainted."
Carlos spoke, "It is very nice of you to come here and talk to me, but
there is a social gap of miles between my wife and myself. I could never
be comfortable in her home, with her friends, and she could never be
comfortable in my home, with my friends."
This produced a torrent of Spanish from Helen-Ann, "Sorry dad, I told this
bone head that I lived in his house as his wife for over a year and I
loved his friends. Everything was fine until he found out I had wealthy parents."
Rosie hollered to Carlos, "Enchiladas de carne, por favor."
Helen-Ann pushed Carlos out, "Go ahead and talk to bone head. My
Enchiladas are better than his, and he knows it." She walked to the kitchen.
Ross spoke, "Are they?"
Carlos grinned, for the first time, "She is a very good cook. I think my
Enchiladas are good, but she uses a little different spice and different
cheese, many of our customers used to ask for her's when we were cooking
here together."
Ross nodded, "Weren't you very happy together before you found out that
she just happens to be worth a few million?"
Carlos sighed, "Yes, we were very happy, but I know she wouldn't be happy
living my kind of life forever. What exactly do you want of me? Do you
think I can simply drop all my responsibilities to my family, or do you
think I could be happy living on her money?"
Ross replied, "I think you could be very happy going to college. Your wife
has spoken of your ambition to better yourself, and she could make all
that possible. Your restaurant could continue, with a new chef, who's
cooking might not be quite as good as yours, but still very good. Get your
degree. Helen-Ann plans to start on her MBA from Harvard in the fall. With
some intensive tutoring you could probably enter Harvard when she does, or
a few terms behind her. I doubt you will care for the weather in
Cambridge, but the city is very nice, and Harvard is the oldest university
in the USA. The university at Mexico City is older, by the way."
"I couldn't take my wife's money."
"But half is yours by law, in this state. Look, would you take a loan from me?"
Carlos shook his head.
Ross continued, "OK, let's play hardball. As of today I own this building.
You have no formal lease with the former owner, it's been by handshake.
You never bothered to register the name of your restaurant, but my
attorneys are rectifying that now. I can have you out in thirty days, and
all your customers will know is that the booths are more comfortable and
the place has been painted. Elena will do the cooking, at least as long as
she wants to, and train a new chef. Is that what you want?"
Carlos was aghast, "You would do that to us?"
Rhonda spoke for the first time since her brief introduction. "My husband
is a very wonderful man, but he can be stubborn. Also, he is used to
playing the 'hardball' of big business, and right now he is playing with
the future happiness of his daughter, which comes before Ross Industries."
She placed her hand over one of Carlos'. "I don't believe he will go that
far, but you have to admit it is a good bargaining point. Carlos, your
Elena was brought up to take over Ross Industries. Ross and I want to
retire early and enjoy our own children. Also, what of _your_ children?
The children of Elena and you? They will be the next generation to manage
the company. Don't you think they have that right?"
It was obvious Carlos had never thought of their children. It startled
him. Children of his and Elena's! God, he loved her. Could he let her
money keep them apart?
Just then Helen-Ann returned with three plates of Enchiladas. She gave two
plates, with only one Enchilada each, to dad and mom, but put a plate of
three in front of herself. "See what you think. The chips are fresh and
the salsa might be a bit hot for you."
Carlos erupted in Spanish. Helen-Ann calmly enjoyed her meal. She
occasionally interrupted his tirade with some Spanish of her own. One
phrase she used several times while waving a fork at him was 'Cabeza de
Burro', which is not very polite, but roughly was the equivalent of 'bone head'.
Finally, it seemed that they had come to some agreement. There were a lot
of 'si's from both of them. Finally they kissed passionately.
Carlos shook his head, "I love her too much. You win. Just one concession;
I want to approve the new chef.
Elena smiled, "We both will, darling."
Ross paid for night work, so the more comfortable booths were installed
overnight. The painting was done Sunday night and Monday, the only day the
restaurant usually closed. Numerous smaller changes were made, including
more restful lighting and new appliances. Ross' attorneys found that a
laundromat next door was about ready to close, because the long-time
owners wanted to retire. As soon as possible the two areas were combined
by a short passage at the front of the restaurant, making the new area a
bit more formal, with no counter. A liquor license boosted business.
The Rodriguez family was very happy with the changes, and especially happy
that Carlos and their Elena were back together again.
Helen-Ann took out her wedding ring, that she had never worn to school,
and proudly displayed it to her classmates the day after the meeting at
the restaurant. It had belonged to her grandmother and she had taken it to
Vegas in the hope that she might talk Carlos into marrying her. She told
everyone an abbreviated version of the truth, that she had been married
almost two years, but they had parted for awhile, but now they were back
together for keeps.
