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. Jenny 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 them. He'll get that many strokes. How about

Saturday at eight? Sound good?"

There was enthusiastic agreement all around. It was agreed 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. Jenny

provided some 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 try 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 and sat down, pulling

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 the bare bottom, and I choose a slightly different

place each time, although I confine all the strokes to the buttocks. 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," Jenny

said to her friend. Beckie withdrew one of the folded papers from the

jar, opened it, and announced, "Eight."

Jenny started the discipline session by bringing the hairbrush high up

for each stroke, 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. He 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."

"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 was getting. 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 buttocks. 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. While he was doing this,

she repositioned the chair so that when he is in position to receive the

strap, his bared buttocks 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 started 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 testicles

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..."

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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 bared buttocks. Each time she delivered a stroke the bell, which was

tied to his testicles, would clang.

After several strokes, he started to give 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 being lubricated from the excitement of her

participation in his discipline. He was writhing now with each stroke,

causing the bell to clang almost constantly.

After considerable time with Beckie wielding the strap, Jenny told her

to stop. Beckie stopped, her eyes 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 buttocks 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 bared buttocks of her male

charge, delivering vigorous swats with a perfect follow-through. His

reactions to her ministrations showed that her efforts were having 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 exactly 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 writhed

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 the male.

"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 buttocks.

"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"