Chapter 11 - wherein Jenny's inspection continues, some corrective
measures are applied, Jenny goes riding and gets to demonstrate her
upper body strength.
I was next in Jenny's reception line. The poor naked girl stood before
me, tears of humiliation and shame streaming down her face. From a
close viewpoint I could see that the youngster's clitoris had received
more than its fair share of attention from the riding crop, since most
of the harder blows had been applied from the rear and thus the tip of
the crop had visited this tender nub most harshly. It was quite a dark
red and was clear a bit inflamed and swollen, along with the pussy lips
just adjacent to it. I probed it gently with my forefinger and induced
some pitiful little squeals of pain from the delectable young strumpet
in front of me.
"A bit tender here, eh, Jenny?"
"Y-yes, Aunt Marge."
I paused a second to enjoy the miserably embarrassed look on Jenny's
tear-stained face, and then I said, "What a pretty little puss you've
got, Jenny, and a pretty plump one too. Don't you think it looks better
without all that hair? I think Uncle Dave and Timmy do. But you know,
I think it could stand a little color, though and I think that young
Timmy here might be able to arrange that."
"Ohhh, Aunt Marge, how could you!! Please, don't let him¡p-punish me
t-there anymore!" Jenny blubbered.
"Now, Jenny, I understand your concern. It's a tender little spot, and,
believe me, I'm glad it's not me in your position. But if you just try
and take the longer view, you'll realize that this is all for your
benefit. We're all working together to cure you of your kleptomania."
"But¡.b-but¡.I'm c-cured now! I'll never steal anything ever again!
I've had enough punishment. O-or¡c-can't you punish my bottom some more
instead. Oh, please!"
"Don't worry, Jenny. You've still got your demerits to work off, so I
think your bottom's going to be getting back into the action again in a
couple of days. But for today¡well¡you'll just have to grin and bear
it, I guess." As I affectionately patted the pussy that was so
conveniently and hairlessly presented. I continued, "Well, darling,
tonight is really between you and your young cousin. Timmy, the show is
all yours."
"Ohhhh, please, no more! It REALLY hurts. You'll hurt me too much!"
I spoke up, "Don't you worry, Jenny, we know what we're doing and we're
not about to ¡®hurt you too much' as you say. Yes, it's true that you
must feel some discomfort, but please be assured that it's all for your
own good and that you'll be as good as new in a just a few days after
we're finished with you."
This didn't seem to comfort the poor lovely teenager very much and she
wrung her hands in fearful anticipation. She certainly looked
especially cute, all naked as she was, and sporting her new, shaved,
"little girl" look. Her plump pussy with its rosy glow looked
positively scrumptious.
Jenny was clearly VERY reluctant to comply with the next order from
Timmy, which was to display herself in front of Uncle Dave.
"Ohhh, n-no, please¡" she hesitated, unconsciously covering her big
breasts and rosy pussy as she looked at Uncle Dave's stern visage. Her
shyness and embarrassment seemed to have shot up to a new level. She
was clearly VERY reluctant to have Uncle Dave getting an eyeful.
Unfortunately for her, that was just what he was about to get.
"Jenny!" yelled Timmy, and the poor girl quickly hopped over to where
Dave was sitting. However, she was still covering up.
"Hands at your sides!" Timmy ordered.
With the most mournful of whimpers, Jenny slowly moved her trembling
hands to her sides, unveiling her private charms to the eyes of her
uncle. Dave motioned her to come around to the side of his easy chair
so that he could more easily peer at her bare pussy.
"Hmmm," he said, "It IS getting a nice healthy color. Is it nice and
warm? Let's see¡"
and he reached out and began lightly caress the front of her slit. It
was all Jenny could do to hold still during this, and her tears and sobs
started anew.
"Yes, Timmy's attentions seem to have added a healthy warmth as well as
a healthy flush, but I'm glad to see that you aren't getting turned on
by any of this, Jenny. You seem quite dry. I must say, Jenny, that
Timmy did a great job on your shave, don't you think?" Dave said as he
continued remorselessly to caress and squeeze poor Jenny's tender pussy.
Jenny could only give out little squeals and squeaks with each new
sensation, but I thought I detected some subtle signs of sexual arousal
in her eyes and her breathing, in spite of Dave's announcement about how
dry she was. I was to be proved correct.
"Hmmm, Jenny, I said you were dry, but here you are starting to prove me
a liar. Are you actually indulging your sexual lust from my legitimate
investigations of the state of your little pussy?" Dave held up the
tips of his fingers for us to look at. "Jenny, I'm shocked. Just look
at this!" and he brandished his fingers tips in her face. "You've
really got to do some work on your self-control. And really, it's very
insubordinate and rude to be getting turned on when you're being
punished. Marge, would you note that we need to add another demerit for
this?"
Need I note that Jenny's was absolutely horrified by all of this?
Dave was finished yet, "Now, let's see. Your pussy IS nicely reddened
here in front, but I can't really see how even it is all over. Jenny, I
want you to turn around."
Jenny tearfully obeyed, displaying her wonderfully large, firm bottom
just inches from Dave's eyes.
"Good, now remember your obedience lessons, and bend over, sweety."
Jenny gave a mournful sigh and obeyed her uncle's command, but only
just. She leaned forward just a bit and kept her legs clamped hard
together. Clearly the last thing she wanted was to give Dave a view of
her most private areas.
"Now that IS a pretty pose, Jenny," said Dave, "but it's not exactly
what I had in mind. For starters, why don't you spread your legs a
bit?"
"Ohhhh, Uncle Dave! I can't! I just can't! It's TOO shameful!"
"Now, Jenny, dear, believe me you don't have anything that I haven't
seen before. I'm not interested in your silly little teenage body. I'm
just trying to make sure that we do a thorough job of curing you. Now -
I'm going to stop playing around. Spread your legs, now!"
Jenny obeyed, but again, only just.
"Wider! Wider!"
Finally the poor girl was browbeaten into spreading her legs quite wide
apart, producing a wonderfully seductive view of her plump pussy from
the rear. But Dave still wasn't happy.
"Hmmm, I still can't see quite as well as I want. Why don't you bend
further down and grab your ankles? Come on, Jenny, I'm not kidding!
Now! All the way - grab those ankles!"
Jenny obeyed and was now giving dear Uncle Dave about as much of a view
as it's possible for a girl to give. Her bottom cheeks were well
spread, exposing all of the tender flesh between them, including the
formerly reclusive bumhole, which was looking particularly cute. And
below that her quite full, bare, pussy was shamelessly proffered.
"Hmmm, that IS a rather delightful picture, Jenny. Would you like me to
take a photograph so you can see what you look like from this angle?
Apparently Timmy or Nancy cleaned you up very well - why you're squeaky
clean. Yesss, it looks as though this part of your pussy, near your
little bottom hole here, isn't quite as pink as the front part."
"I'll even her up for you, Dad!" offered Timmy enthusiastically.
"Oh, yes, Timmy, I'm sorry," said Dave, "This IS your show tonight. You
take over."
Timmy walked over with the riding crop to the shamefully presented
lovely young teenager.
"Yes, I see what you mean, Dad. She needs a little ¡®pinkening' up back
here." and he rudely touched the end of the crop to the back part of her
tender slit. This came as such a surprise and a shock to the dear girl
that she shot bolt upright reaching back with both hands to protect her
rear quarters from the enemy. As a result her big breasts bobbed
happily, as if they weren't particularly concerned about the problems
other parts of Jenny's body might be having.
Timmy wasn't having it, however. "Jenny," he said in a calm voice.
"You weren't told to move, were you? Now get back in position or you'll
REALLY be sorry."
Jenny obeyed, but as she once again presented her wide open rear view to
the family (we had all repositioned ourselves to admire the vista), she
couldn't resist a little begging. "Oh, Timmy, don't hurt me too much,
please!" Everyone laughed at this futile effort as we enjoyed the view
that she offered us. Her pussy was looking very cute and provocative,
pouting just a bit, and with both inner labia sticking out past the
outer in a very assertive and naughty way.
When she felt the light touch of the tip of the crop as Timmy cruelly
teased her, she jerked involuntarily forward to remove her pussy from
harm's way. However, Jenny quickly recovered herself and returned to
her proper, well-displayed and vulnerable, position.
Timmy started tapping Jenny in this sensitive spot, very lightly at
first, but gradually increasing to medium light taps. Each one would
not have been enough to cause much concern if, say, you were getting
tapped on your forearm. However, on a girl's pussy it would certainly
be a different story. Jenny clearly felt each smack and as the pain
built she moaned and gasped. She was exercising all of her self-control
to maintain her obscenely offered position and to keep her sensitive
pussy conveniently positioned for Timmy's attentions. Just as it was
obvious that she was on the verge of cracking, Timmy stopped.
Since Timmy hadn't told her she could get up, Jenny remained in
position, and thus we could all see that the rear part of her pussy, as
well as her little wrinkled anus, had gotten some definite improvement
in color, and were probably smarting quite a bit as well. As we watched
poor Jenny moaned and whimpered.
"An admirable job, Timmy!" said Dave.
Timmy beamed at this approval from his father.
"Well, Timmy," said a grinning Nancy, "Let's not keep the poor girl in
suspense. What have you got planned for her next?"
"She's going to get some riding lessons. Stand up, Jenny."
Jenny did, and she was happy to do so. Even standing naked before us
was at least a little better than the position she had just been in.
Plus her smarting nether regions were at least temporarily out of harms
way. The cute girl wanted to behave well so she kept her hands at her
sides, clearly with some mental struggle involved. She looked so lovely
standing there, with the grace that only a youth can have, and the body
of a woman, waiting for the next humiliating order from her young
cousin.
"We have a very interesting exercise for you now, cousin dear." Said
Timmy, as he went to the vaulting horse and, with the flipping of a
couple of catches, removed the padding on the cross bar, revealing the
underlying structure, a simple pipe of strong white plastic,
approximately two inches in diameter. There was one especially curious
thing about this pipe. Just about in the center of its length, there
was a sudden dip, a cupping, which went down about two inches and
extended about three inches. If one didn't know the purpose of it, it
might have been hard to guess.
One the other hand, one just might put two and two together, especially
after hearing the phrase "riding lessons". It looked just a little like
a very narrow saddle, a saddle that would just receive and wrap around
from front to back the pussy of a young girl. If one looked closer, one
could see another curious thing. The dip section was covered with the
something very like the coconut matting that young Jenny had already
gained some familiarity with by now.
Timmy pushed one of the control buttons and the bar lowered until it was
only about two feet above the floor. Timmy motioned Jenny over to the
apparatus and helped her lift one leg over it. As she stood there,
wringing her hands in fear, he pushed another button and the bar began
to rise.
Jenny watched in horror as the menacing bar moved upward toward her
crotch. When it got to her pussy, and the dip in the bar lovingly
fitted itself around her, Timmy stopped it. Apparently it was applying
SOME pressure because Jenny seemed to feel it necessary to grab the bar
with her hands to take a little pressure off of her plump mount and she
raised up on the balls of her feet.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! It hurts! Ow! Please, Timmy! Move it down! Ohhh! OW!"
As considerate as ever, Timmy obeyed, and pushed the down button just
long enough for the bar to move out of direct contact with the
delightful mound of flesh that it had been impinging on so rudely.
Jenny gave a heartfelt sigh of relief as prickly surface moved downward.
Timmy went to one of the drawers in the tool desk and returned with the
breast halter that Nancy had invented and used to such wonderful effect
two days earlier. He also was carrying two lengths of leather
strapping. Jenny watched, obviously not knowing what was going to
happen. Clearly, though, she recognized the halter!
Before Jenny's terrified and pleading eyes, Timmy attached the halter to
her large, firm breasts, making sure to pull the encircling straps quite
tight, tight enough to elicit a pained yelp for each one as she felt her
tender breasts tightly compressed at the base, enhancing the soreness
that they already were subject to.
Timmy now attached wrist cuffs to each of Jenny's wrists and clipped
each leather strap to these. Pulling over a small ladder, he then
climbed it with the straps and ran each through one of two pulleys
conveniently available just above our young victim.
Timmy pulled down on each strap, causing Jenny's hands and arms to get
pulled upwards. When they were perfectly straight above her, he pick an
eyelet in each strap and clipped the straps onto the breast halter.
Thus each of Jenny's arms was attach to one breast via an overhead
pulley, and she could, if she wished, pull each breast upward simply by
pulling down with the appropriate arm.
Jenny was silent during this operation except for some continuous
fearful whimpering.
"Pull, Jenny. Pull downward." Ordered Timmy.
Jenny obeyed, and her breasts moved amusingly skyward as her hands moved
only slightly down.
"Harder."
"Ohh! I can't! It hurts!!"
"Jenny, I said harder."
Jenny pulled harder and, wonderfully, as the pressure on her poor
boobies increased and they became like two red and purple volleyballs,
with the nipples pointing upward.
But that wasn't all. Lets not forget the plastic bar and the cruel
coconut bristles just below her already smarting cunt. Timmy certainly
didn't forget! He pushed the up button and watched with a cruel smile
as the bar began to rise again.
Jenny looked down. She began to plead. "No! Timmy! Stop it! It
hurts too much!"
The bar reached its appointed destination. Timmy didn't release the up
button. The bar continued to rise. Jenny began to yell as plump little
mount of venus began to be the sole support of her weight, and the poor
organ was pushed down with considerable force onto the sharp bristles in
the little curve of pipe that was now cupping her.
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ohhhh! Stop! Stop it! P-please!!!" The young
lovely screamed in pain and panic as she was force up onto the balls of
her feet, then her toes. And then her feet were free of the floor.
This was the worst. Her tender little slit was now all that was holding
her up. It certainly wasn't designed for such a task and Jenny didn't
think it was either. As she screamed in pain her poor feet strained
desperately to reached the unobtainable floor. Timmy released the
button with Jenny's toes only half an inch from being able to provide
her crotch some relief.
Whether it was through calculation or instinct, Jenny suddenly seemed to
realize that she could relieve her nether regions by pulling downward
with her arms, thus transferring some of her weight to her breasts. She
did so. She pulled harder and harder until she managed (it appeared )
to actually transfer all of her weight to her boobs. This situation had
only the advantage that her boobs were maybe a bit better choice for
holding her body up than was her cunt. There was more surface area
involved in the straps surrounding the bases of her breasts, and the
straps didn't have the prickly bristles to torture her so cruelly. On
the other hand, her poor boobs had suffered so much already¡
As we all watched in fascination, the poor girl hung by her tits, which
were becoming a darker and darker shade of red, almost purple. How long
could she stand this? But not only did she have to endure the cruel
compression and pulling on her tits, she could really only keep up the
work of pulling with her arm muscles for a short time.
Her arms began to tremble. She begged. Pleaded.
"Ohh! I can't hold up much more! Help! Help! It's hurts so much!"
Gradually the strength in her arms gave out and she slowly sank down.
As the weight was again transferred to that mistreated little item
between her legs her yells gained in pitch and volume. This resumption
of pain down there gave her new strength and again she pulled. Again
her boobs point skyward and some relief was given to her pussy.
This went on for a couple of minutes only, but it was a truly engrossing
and wonderful show. After a little while Jenny's arm's could only
manage a halfhearted pull and could only occasionally shift her weight
from the tenderest part of her body and give her little pussy some
relief from the cruelly sharp bristles.
"Ohhhhh It's hurting me down there, SOOO much. Ohhhhhh!"
You may wonder why Jenny didn't either fall off sideways, or why she
wasn't able to lean one way or the other to bring at least one foot in
touch with the floor. The answer is simply that her arms were stretched
upwards so that neither of these two things could happen. Thus she sat,
and as she continued to yell and moan in direst anguish, I went to the
kitchen and popped a big bowl of popcorn.
I came back with the popcorn to find Nancy and Timmy teasing and
tormenting the already agonized youngster as Dave contentedly watched
from his easy chair. Timmy was whacking her bottom with his trusty
riding crop and Nancy was slapping Jenny's captive, distended breasts.
"Owww! Ow! Ow! Agghhh! Oh stop! Please..Ow!!!"
Each blow caused her to jerk involuntarily and, unfortunately, rub her
poor little puss against the cruel fulcrum that it was resting on.
"Here, darlings," I said, "Let's have some popcorn and leave Jenny in
peace for a little while. Well, I think I exaggerated a bit. There
wasn't much hope of peace for the poor, naked thing. Clearly she was in
continuous torment from her crushed pussy, as her moans and cries
testified. She would still strive, whenever she could muster the
strength, to pull on the ropes and thus lift some of her weight from the
bar. She could never last more than a few seconds before she slipped
down again with an anguished groan and resumed her ride.
After we finished the popcorn, Timmy walked over to face the still
writhing, moaning, crying girl.
With a cruel smile he asked, "Well, Jenny, how's your pussy doing?"
All Jenny could do is burst into fresh tears.
"You won't answer me, so I guess you must like it there. Maybe we should
leave you there all night?"
"NOO! No! Ohhh please, PLEASE let me off. It HUUUURTTTS!!!"
Timmy pushed the down button, to Jenny's heartfelt relief, as she felt
the painful pressure on her persecuted pussy diminish. But her relief
quickly turned to dismay as she now found her self hanging by her boobs
with her toes still a fraction of an inch away from being able to do her
much good. She stretched her legs and toes desperately, to no avail.
Timmy couldn't resist. He reached both hands out to her now suffering
breasts and gave a fairly solid push. Jenny screamed with the pain, but
it was wonderfully amusing to see her now begin to swing helplessly back
and forth, with Timmy giving a little extra boost with each cycle.
Finally Timmy let the exhausted girl come to a halt and released the
straps from her boobs. She came down rather hard and fell right over,
narrowly avoiding giving her hairless pussy a nasty bump against the
lowered bar. Timmy ordered her to stand, and it took all her strength
do so, but somehow she managed. As she stood in front of him, Timmy
removed the breast halter from her scarlet cantaloupes.
One could see from the front that her pussy was bruised and chafed and
must have been VERY sore.
Timmy reached down to touch it lightly. Jenny instinctively withdrew,
but remembered the importance of self-discipline and allowed Timmy's
rude hand to gently explore her as she grunted and sighed with twinges
of pain.
"Well it looks like your well tenderized, Jenny." we all shared a
laugh.
"Tenderized enough for your strapping!" Timmy finished.
"Strapping?" whispered Jenny, terrified and hopeless.
"Yes, Jenny, with this!" and Timmy gleefully held up the little strap
that he had used on Jenny's tender thighs back when she was being
plucked and shaved.
Timmy continued, just in case Jenny didn't fully comprehend. "This strap
and your pussy are going to get very well acquainted. "
Jenny fainted, collapsing in a heap on the floor.
The strap Timmy was holding was essentially the same as that which had
been used on dear Nancy in the Seat of Learning. It was light to avoid
deep bruising, and smooth to minimize abrasion. One thing it wouldn't
minimize would be a fiery sting.
Again Jenny picked a very convenient time to faint, because it made it
very easy for us to get her back up onto the gynecological table in the
same spread leg, knees next to her ears position that she had been in
for her shaving. The condition of her hairless pussy could now be
carefully assessed, and all of the family took care to look as closely
as possible. Jenny's little item was definitely looking a bit the worse
for wear. It was deep red in color and the surface of the skin was
looking a bit raw, although the skin had not been broken. There was a
general swelling and some signs of bruising.
Were we being excessively cruel in allowing Timmy to take the strap to
Jenny's pussy after all it had been through so far? Perhaps it would
put things in perspective to recall that we were attempting to cure
Jenny of a serious problem and extreme measure were called for. In
addition, it might help to know that Timmy's original idea had been to
use a cane on her, but that cooler heads had prevailed and the light
strap had been substituted. I have to admit, though, that the cane had
been an intriguing idea!
Dave placed the pillow under Jenny's head so that, when she woke up, she
could more easily see what was going on. Just about then she DID wake
up, coming slowly to an awareness of her situation. You can believe
that she wasn't to happy about this situation when she did become aware
of it.
