JENNY

by Miss Tuffet


You sit in your car in front of a pretty little cape cod house. Panic is intermingling
with excitement at a heart pounding rate. Sunny afternoon, children are playing in
the yard down the street, life is moving at it's usual pace, but for you, today is
extraordinary. Finally, you gather your  things (before you have to fend off another
doubt), and get out of the car, walking quickly down the little path leading to the
front door of the house. Just as you approach, the door opens.
A short woman in her fifties is standing in the doorway, her face very pretty,
carefully made up, but her body showing some extra weight and certainly, her
age. A short greeting, somewhat awkward, as the woman steps away and lets
you in, closing the door.

"This is my Master", she points to a gentleman sitting in an armchair, sipping tea
from a delicate cup. "He is willing to assess you today".
He sets his cup to the coffee table and rises slowly. Not too tall. Distinguished
looking, in his fifties as well, not unattractive, not handsome either.
 "Jenny, is it? Melodie speaks highly of you. Pleased to meet you".
You don't know whether to curtsy or offer your hand. Just how far do manners go
in situations like these?
"Yes, I am Jenny, Sir. Melodie said you would be willing.... to... I have never....
and..." You give up and look at the floor as your cheeks burn with
embarrassment, but he quickly helps out:
"Yes, I said I was willing to assess you, providing that you are a good girl and you
behave. I have no time for little games, but an honest desire to submit, I will
always support." He touches your chin and lifts your face to him, "Now, would you
like a cup of tea, or would you prefer to begin right away?"
"Begin, I guess.." and you feel those familiar pangs of panic rise up your spine,
wash over you and make you shiver.
"Good".
He sits back down in his armchair, and Melodie just across him on
the sofa. You find yourself standing alone, almost in the middle of the room which
is brightly lit by sun streaming through two large windows. Your oversized purse
still hanging on your shoulder, and you finally remember to set it down on the
floor, resting against the sofa. A moment passes, impossibly long, and then he
says simply:
 "Strip for us, Jenny."
Oh God. Your knees go weak, your head is spinning, you look at the door. But
this what you wanted, this is what you fantasized about, don't chicken out now.
You can do it, nobody will ever know..
"You mean, here, Sir? Just like this?"
"Yes, Jenny.  Just like this. Your blouse first."
You reach for the top button with your trembling fingers, and slowly start
unbuttoning.
They are watching you. His arms are crossed over his chest, and Melodie is
sipping her tea.
You avert your eyes and slide the blouse off your shoulders, revealing a pretty
bra which you bought in anticipation of this event. If nipples didn't feel hard
enough before, they are sure pushing against the lace now.
"Your skirt, Jenny...and your shoes".
The skirt is a slinky one, it just slips off. It's the shoes that give you trouble, all of
sudden you feel self conscious about your looks. Those high heels help your
figure very much.. no, you are not perfect.
And you stand barefoot in their living room, dressed in your new panties and bra,
well aware of your shortcomings, and the chill in the air.
"Very good, Jenny. Now the bra."
Without a word, you reach back to unclasp your bra, and the straps fall down
your arms to your elbows. Your arms involuntarily cross over your breasts and
keep the bra just covering the nipples. Your cheeks are so flushed. What is going
on in your mind?
"Ahh.. shy, aren't we.." he says and a small smile crosses his lips. "Turn around."
You turn to the wall, your hands still clutching the bra, but now you are aware of
your bottom, almost completely exposed under fancy panties. They are lacy in
front, but very sheer in the back. Your cheeks clench involuntarily and you feel
another wash of panic.
"Bend over, Jenny, and grab your ankles"
You obey, not wanting to think. The bra falls to the floor, your large breasts hang
lewdly and your plump ass strains against the fabric of the panties...before their
eyes.
"Turn around like that, Jenny. Yes, I know its awkward, but I enjoy watching
swaying tits, especially ones as large as yours."
Oh my god, Jenny, just look at yourself. You turn in their direction again, showing
them your breasts, hanging and swaying with each move you make.
Now Melodie speaks: "Ohhh, Jenny, they are so big! I didn't know. And they look
soft too.. jiggle them a little, please?"
You close your eyes and shake your upper body a little, sending ripples and
waves through your hanging breasts. Melodie giggles quietly, but he is just
watching you.
You are so embarrassed.
"Take your panties down, but leave them around your knees. You might have to
spread your legs a little to keep them from falling."
Slowly, you hook your fingers into the waistband and push the panties down over
your tummy, revealing the pubic hair in front and feeling the fabric slide down
over your bottom. You slowly reach down to push them to your knees, trying
desperately not to make your breasts jiggle too much.
So now you are standing there naked, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot,
your panties ridiculously bunched up around your knees, your skin hot and alive
with thousands of tiny goose bumps. 
"Lovely, Jenny. You have very nice tits. They hang a little, but that makes them
even more desirable. They will bring much pleasure to your Master. Do you enjoy
having your nipples tortured?"
"Ohh..Sir. I have never had my nipples tortured. Sometimes I fantasize about it,
but..."
"I see. Did you ever shave your pubic hair?"
"Yes, Sir, once. But it wasn't comfortable, so now I just trim it very close."
"There is nothing wrong with that, Jenny. I am not a fan of barren pussy myself.
Turn around now, let me see your ass."
You turn around slowly, careful so your panties don't drop down, and present
your ass to them. Your cheeks are clenched again, but with great difficulty, since
your knees are apart. 
"Have you ever been spanked?"
"No, Sir. Never."
"You will be spanked today. That is, if you beg me prettily enough, you will be
spanked today. Bend over, Jenny."
A little whimper escapes you as you obey. Your ass sticks out, but since it is a
pretty plump ass that you have, your cheeks don't give way to secrets of your
crack. You hear him chuckle a bit as he tells you:
"You will have to reach back with your hands and pull your cheeks open. Wide. I
wish to see your asshole, and how little it looks now, before I have you fitted with
a buttplug."
And you close your eyes tightly, reach back with both hands and open your
asscheeks to him. You feel the cool air on the skin so rarely exposed, and you
feel your little asshole twitching with excitement as they are looking at you.
"Don't move, Jenny. Just stay like that for me..."
*click* A picture is taken. You wish the floorboards would open and swallow you.
He walks around you with a camera in hand, *click*, the one from the side,
showing your hanging tits. 
"Look up at me, Jenny, and smile wide. I like to have faces in these pictures too."
*click* "This way my time is not wasted, this way I know you will obey and do
what I know is good for you. If you do, you will get these pictures when you go
home. Are you gonna be a good girl?"
You shake your head as your smile freezes for his unrelenting *clicks*, suddenly
realizing there is no turning back.
"A few more nice angles.... there we go... spread those cheeks
wider..yesss...where will Jenny get her buttplug? Hmmm? Show me, point your
finger and turn your head this way, I want another smile with that picture!"
You spread your cheeks even wider and point your middle finger towards your
asshole..oh god..how can you smile for this...but you do. Now you have to. No
turning back.
"Ok, Jenny. Enough pictures for now. Did you like our little photo session?"
Flushed and trembling, you say: "Yes, Sir. I liked the photo session."
"You liked having your ass photographed? Your asshole showing? My my..things
we are learning about our little Jenny.."
You straighten your back as he puts his camera away, panties almost slip off, but
you catch them at the last moment...suddenly he is there, whispering
dangerously: "Firstly, I did not tell you that may get up, and secondly, I expect an
answer to all the questions I ask, right away. Jenny is not being a good girl, and
Jenny needs to be reminded of her place here. Down! To your hands and
knees..yes...on all fours! And crawl to the kitchen...quickly, crawl quickly...watch
your panties now..."
And you crawl on all fours, desperately afraid you will loose your panties, its hard
to crawl with your knees so far apart..and quickly at that, imagining what a picture
you make like this, as a new fear sets in: what will happen in the kitchen?
He spanks your ass a few times when you slow down and you feel the burn as
something very unfamiliar and much more painful than the spanks you have only
imagined so far. Melodie follows after him and goes straight to the refrigerator.
"The usual, Master?"
"Yes, the usual will do for her. Pick a long one. She is a big girl, she can take it!"
He turns to you again, motions that you should kneel on the chair and pushes
your torso down onto the kitchen table. Your tits gets squished against the cold,
hard surface, and he tells you in an even, almost kind voice: "It is my policy to
correct all of the girls from the very beginning. This will not hurt very much, but it
will feel unpleasant. It will make you remember, it will make you listen. Melodie
has learned very well, I am sure you will too."
He chuckled to himself as if he was saying something very funny:  "Also, I greatly
enjoy watching a dancing bottom. The cable man is due soon, maybe we will let
him enjoy too!"
With that, Melodie opens the refrigerator and takes out a little foil wrapped
package, perhaps four inches long and the thickness of a man's thumb. She
unwraps the foil and there is something white inside....you smell ginger.
"Don't be scared, sweetie..it's not that bad", Melodie says "it's just a ginger and
glycerin suppository. Master will insert a couple of inches of it up into your
bottom, and the rest will remain outside. The more your work and squeeze your
pretty asshole, the quicker you will melt it and the rest of the suppository will fall
off. I have to warn you, though...it burns. It makes your bottom feel alive in ways
you have never felt before!"
She moved to your side as she was speaking to you, and by now her hands are
on your asscheeks, separating them, pulling them open and inspecting you
closely. You groan against the table, thinking that his must be the most
humiliating thing you have ever experienced.
"Master, suppository is slippery enough, I don't think she needs lubrication. She
seems...quite wet."
He leans over you as well, and you feel the pressure of something very cold and
slippery against your anus...pushing steadily. It feels so big, but  you cannot resist
it, it is too slippery, it keeps slowly invading you and your asshole is enveloping
the coldness of it. Very cold, you feel exactly how deep it is lodged inside you and
try to squeeze your asscheeks, just to feel the invader keeping your ass opened.
Such a strange feeling...this thing hanging out... you lay your head back to the
table, but he slaps your ass hard: "No resting now! Down, girl..down from the
chair and don't lose your pretty little tail! Keep your panties around your
knees...lets go back to the living room...all fours... and wiggle your bottom,  I like
to see the tail move!"
You carefuly get down from the chair, and crawl back... he keeps holding the
"tail" as you move, guiding you and teasing you too. How humiliatiang. When he
lifts it, you squeel from the pressure inside your ass. It makes him laugh. "Like a
little piglet! Maybe I should have attached a pigtail to the suppository...oh
well..next time!"
He leads you to the wall opposite the living room entrance and positiones you in
front of a large mirror, your back to the room.  You start feeling the effects of
ginger inside your bottom, coldness giving way to heat, which bulds unbelievingly
fast. Heat, burning, and terrible itching too. You shift uncomfortably and place
one hand on your ass, hoping to move the cheek a little bit, but he catches that
right away:
"Jenny, honey...both hands on your tits. Hold them up high. Be a good girl now
and pay attention to your lesson!"
You can partly see him in the mirror, he actually took a magazine from the rack
and is leafing through...hardly paying attention to your wriggling and whimpering.
The suppository is large, you cant even imagine working it cut, and besides, as
you work your asshole, the slippery stick slides this way and that.
The door bell rings. You freeze, momentarily forgetting about the terrible burning
and itching inside your ass, and you watch in the mirror as he gets up and moves
to the door, opening it wide.
A cable guy. Oh god, not the cable the guy.
"Come in, please. We have having a really bad reception on this tv right here.
Could you please take a look?"
The guy enters and you catch his eyes in the mirror. He is looking at you, your
nakedness and the strangely protruding tail from your bottom...he is speecheless.
Melodie's Master pauses a moment and then quickly explains:
"That's our Jenny. She is standing there until her medicine dissolves in her
bottom. - Jenny, say hello to the gentleman!"
Oh..what humiliation... You greet the man quietly and look away, so you don't
have to see his expression in the mirror.
He nods, confused, embarrassed and excited and turns to TV. 
"Let's see here... oh, here...your cable was about to fall off, the connection was
loose! See? The picture is perfect already."
Master laughs and shakes his head, then looks at his watch. "Oh look at the time,
Jenny's medicine should be rotated and her bottom warmed. Would you mind
helping with that? You are obviously very good.."
The guy's cheeks flush almost to the color of yours as he nods quickly.  "What do
I need to do?"
"Jenny will bend over and spread her cheeks wide for you. You should turn her
suppository quarter turn and slap her bottom hard 15 times, until it's pink in color.
That helps distribute the heat."
You are listening, mortified at exposing your most secret little hole to yet another
stranger today, but see no way out....so you step away from the wall and bend
over. Your fingers digging into your fleshy cheeks and separating them for this
man, so he could rotate the suppository. You are whimpering, heat in your face is
making you dizzy, as the cable guy presses his hand on your shoulder, pushing
you down lower and making your ass stick out more if that is even possible.
He grabs a hold of the stick and moves it around, loosening it...then starts fucking
you with it, sliding it in and out of your asshole.He bends down to you a little and
says (obviously very horny by now): "Spread your cheeks wider if you want me to
help you with your medicine, I like to see what I am doing..."
Bastard, you think to yourself, but obediently spread those fat cheeks wider,
feeling the excrutiating burning, but admitting to yourself that his fucking motion
helps to aleviate the itch.
Melodie's Master speaks from the other end of the room: "Now, Jenny, ask the gentleman nicely
to spank your bottom. We don't have all day.."
Your throat dry, your words husky: "Sir, would you please.... spank my bottom?"
"Why, I'd be happy to! Fifteen times that was? Move your hands now and hold
your breasts as nicely as I saw you when I came in here."
 Then the first slap falls. God, it hurts! He has no mercy, he is pounding on your
ass methodically, covering every square inch of the white expanse, turning it red
hot, until he is finished.
"Now, Jenny, polite thing is to thank this nice gentleman for helping you out. Don't
disappoint me, or even worse, embarrass me. Alright?"
You had no idea this really hurts so much. Your ass on fire on the outside and
your asshole on fire inside. Ginger, as diluted in this suppository as it may be, is
still doing its job, and now  you need to go to the bathroom too. Whimpering,
shuffling your feet, squirming...
"Thank you very much, Sir... for...spanking my bottom..", you speak and sound
really grateful as your spinchter muscle finally works through the suppository
stick, and closes. You feel strange, your anus twitches. Ginger burned, but also
made you feel a little numb, itchy, and out of control. But, like an obedient girl,
you stand there against the wall, holding up your tits, fully aware of the people not
few feet away from you...watching you, but also talking among themselves as if 
you are not even there.
As urgency becomes stronger, you dare to whisper: "I... need to go the
..bathroom...please?"
No response, no sign that they heard you, so you repeat a little bit louder:
"Please? I need to go to the bathroom.."
Master turns towards you and smiles: "No, dear. This is the perfect opportunity to
try out your buttplugs. Let's see how usefull they are at...plugging you!
Meodie and the cable guy laughed at this as if it was really amusing, while you
are only feeling cold sweat washing over you.
 Master opens a little briefcase that was sitting under the end table, and you see
an array of buttplugs, neatly arranged according to size. Starting with quite small
to simply frightening.
Melodie is fetching KY as ordered, and you are led to the back of the sofa and
bent deeply over the low backrest.