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 The Story of Jenny Part 3 - Jenny Has Help

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

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

   They enthusiastically agreed.  Jenny arranged that Beckie and Vicky
would show up a little before eight.  Jenny's boyfriend would already be
there at that time, but would not know details about the session until the
other women arrive.

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

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

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

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

   "Beckie, why don't you draw the numbers from the jar for a while."

   Beckie withdrew one of the folded papers from the jar, opened it, and
announced, "Eight."

   Jenny started the discipline session and proceeded to pound away eight
times.  Each stroke reverberated through the room as Beckie and Vicky
watched with wide-eyed fascination.

   "Next one, Beckie!"

   "Five!"

   Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!

   "Next?"

   "Twelve!"

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

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

   Beckie drew a number, and then another one.  "Fifteen."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Twelve."

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

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

   "Next, Vicky?"

   "Nineteen."

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Into position again," she commanded.

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

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

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

   "Fourteen!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

   *smack!*

   "Ow!  Ow!  Oh that hurts!"

   *smack!*

   "Ohhh!  Not so hard!"

   *smack!*

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

   *smack!*

   "Please, Vicky, PLEASE!!!"

   *smack!*

   "Ohhhh!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   A little while later, the guests left.

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

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