Chapter 12 and Conclusion - wherein we and Jenny meet the "Quacker".
"Ohhh!" she exclaimed, as she laid eyes first on her red and swollen
cunt and then on the happy faces of our family gathered around. Then
the consciousness of the throbbing, burning pain that was originating in
her crotch started to hit her.
"Oowwww! Oh, it hurts! Owwww!" and the tears began to flow.
She looked around at our cruel faces and spied the strap in Timmy's
hand.
"Don't hit me, Timmy! Please! You wouldn't, would you? Not there,
please!"
"Where don't you want me to hit you, Jenny?" asked Timmy mischievously.
"On my my "
"Here?" Timmy asked as he brought the strap lightly down, flicking
Jenny's cunt right in the center. It must have been pretty sore,
because even this wimpy little stroke brought a strident yell of pain
from the poor girl.
"Owwwwww! Oh, don't! Don't! I can't stand it!!" as she attempted in
vain to close her well-spread legs.
"Hmm, I guess you DID mean there." Timmy concluded. "Is it really sore,
Jenny?" He asked, lightly flicking the object in question with the tip
of the strap."
"Ahh! Ahh! Ouch! Yes, it's sore! Oh, please! I've had enough!!
I'll never be bad! I'll never steal!! Spank me instead!! Strap my
bottom!! Anything, oh, anything!!" Jenny seemed determined to get her
point across, and all the while straining her thigh muscles in a futile
effort to close her legs and shield her threatened pussy.
"But don't you agree that you've been very bad, Jenny?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, I've been VERY bad, but I can't take any more th-there! You
could strap m-my b-breasts I just COULDN'T stand anymore on
my th-there!"
"Jenny, Jenny," I responded in a calm, motherly tone, " When are you
going to learn that we're doing this all for you? We would never do
anything that would damage you - we want to improve you! A girl's pussy
is an ideal object for teaching her a good lesson that she'll never
forget. Even the strongest caning on her bottom can't quite equal the
experience of a pussy strapping. Ask Nancy, here."
Nancy blushed deeply, but smiled at the same time since she realized
that SHE was not the one whose pussy was in question at the moment.
Jenny shivered with fear at my light hearted comments.
I continued, "One wonderful thing about the pussy as a punishment target
is that it FEELS to the culprit that she can't stand anymore, or that
anymore will produce permanent damage, while in reality it is a very
robust and resilient area. In your case, Jenny, I would have to say it
is especially resilient, so I don't think any of us have to worry very
much."
"But, Aunt Marge" Jenny managed between bitter sobs, "I just can't take
anymore there. It hurts TOO much."
"Of course it hurts, dear. I'm sure it hurts a great deal, but that's
the whole point, don't you see. I might add that it's going to hurt
quite a bit more in just a little while, if I know my son." And I gave a
smiling wink to Timmy, who grinned broadly. "But I think, correct me
if I'm wrong, Timmy, that Uncle Dave is going to give Jenny a little
test first."
Timmy said, "Yep, that's right. Go ahead, Dad."
Dave moved to center stage, that is, front and center, commanding easy
access to Jenny's cunt and standing right in front of her terrified
gaze.
"Now, Jenny," he said, "You know how important it is to learn self
discipline during punishment and to take your punishment in the right
spirit. One important thing that we want to make sure isn't happening
is something that young girls of your age often have a problem with.
That is, it would be very rude of you and very counterproductive to our
purpose for you to get turned on' at any time during punishment,
because that would be defeating the purpose, wouldn't it? So I'm going
to give you a little test to see how good you are at resisting any
impulse to get turned on, ok?"
Jenny had a pretty good idea of what Dave was talking about and all she
could do was stare at him and cry copious tears.
Dave went on, "So, what I'm going to do is do some things that would
normally tend to turn a girl on, but you must resist this. If you
don't, I'm afraid we'll have to take that as extremely insubordinate."
Dave reached out a loving hand and lightly brushed his fingers up and
down one side of Jenny's plump red, swollen pussy. She flinched at
first, grimacing and grunting since the area was quite tender. However
as Dave's hand became more adventurous and inventive, it didn't take
long before Jenny's juices started flowing, and there came a new kind of
swelling - the swelling of lust.
Dave said, "Oh, dear, Jenny, this is very naughty."
The poor girl clearly couldn't help herself. She was just a hot-blooded
girl and her pussy was going to respond to caresses regardless of the
situation she was in. And apparently the soreness in the tissues was
not enough to impede nature's work in any great way. She stared in
horror at first, seeing just as well as anyone how successful Dave was
being, how freely the glistening juices were flowing over the bare,
plump mount. Then she closed her eyes, becoming lost in her feelings.
Dave continued, remorselessly. Jenny became hotter and hotter, starting
to rotate and thrust her hips against Dave's marauding fingers, starting
to groan with lust and pant with desire, becoming completely oblivious
to her surroundings - aware only of the magic of Dave's industrious
digits.
The pace of Jenny's panting and groaning at last clearly signaled an
impending orgasm. That was when Dave stopped, suddenly, leaving Jenny
poised on the brink of paradise.
"Ohhhhh! Please, don't stop, don't stop!" she babbled, still in a half
dream state, thrusting her hips in hopes of renewing the blessed contact
with Dave's fingers. Her love juices were flowing everywhere, causing
her anus, bottom crack, and thighs to glisten as well as her swollen,
opening cunt. A little puddle had appeared on the table.
"Jenny, " Dave said, looking with feigned disgust at the disheveled
state of Jenny's pussy, "I'm really disappointed with you. This will
unfortunately result in a large number of demerits."
This brought her a little back to her senses. She opened her eyes. She
was clearly torn between horror at what had just occurred and the
continuing urgent need to have an orgasm. Of course she wasn't going to
be permitted this pleasure. She was, after all, being punished!
As you and your readers will soon see, or may already know, Professor,
if you're going to punish a girl's pussy, which we highly recommend as
an effective discipline method, there is no better way to prepare it
than to bring her to the brink of orgasm before applying the implement
that you have chosen. The tissues are at this point at their most
tender and open and the clitoris asserts itself - a move that it will
inevitably consider to have been mistake. In addition, the coating of
pussy juice guards against abrasion.
Timmy said, "Dad, I think it's time to insert the Quacker."
With a grin for all of us, Dave reached into his pocket and pulled out
what looked like an ordinary butt plug. Well, by "ordinary", it was
ordinary to someone who had seen a butt plug before. I don't think
Jenny thought it was ordinary, since her eyes widened a couple of
millimeters when she saw it. Dave handed it to a very eager Timmy, who
gleefully brandished it in young Jenny's horrified face.
The family already knew what the Quacker was. It was an invention of
Dave's, and was inspired by the writings of that great sage, Dr.
Simpson. Dave started with a hollow model of butt plug, one that was a
bit on the thick side for a youngster like Jenny, but which we felt sure
she could manage to accept. He created some very interesting
electronics to fit inside it, including a sound synthesis chip and a
pressure sensor, along with a speaker and grill for the part that stays
outside. He calibrated the pressure sensor, using a somewhat reluctant
Nancy as a tester. Instead of going further into technical details, I
believe I'll continue with the wonderful scene in progress.
I produced a little jar containing hot pepper oil, with which Timmy
liberally anointed the business end of the Quacker as well as Jenny's
defenseless little anus.
"Ahhhhh!" Jenny yelled in outraged surprise as she felt her little
button being touched. "Don't! Don't touch me there! She tried her
best to clamp her legs to together, to squeeze her cheeks together, to
no avail.
Timmy said, "Jenny, this is going in, whether you cooperate or not. If
you cooperate and relax, it probably won't hurt very much. If you
don't, if you clench, it might be very unpleasant for you."
And with that he touched the tip of the Quacker to Jenny's rosette.
Jenny jerked and gasped. Timmy slowly pushed and twisted as Jenny
alternately groaned and squeaked. In spite of the width of the plug and
the virgin status of Jenny's rear entrance, the plug was inserted fairly
quickly, although Jenny couldn't help clenching as the widest part of
the plug stretched her to the utmost. A light smack on her pussy with
the strap was all it took for her to come to her senses and relax her
muscles to allow the complete insertion of the interesting item. Timmy
now turned the end of the plug until we heard a click. This was the
"on" switch.
By now the effects of the hot oil were becoming apparent, and Jenny
began to complain, "It's burning! Oh, it's burning me!"
Timmy said, "Jenny, if you don't want your pussy to get a good solid
smack with this strap, you had better do what I'm about to tell you. I
want you to squeeze your bottom hole as hard as you can."
The poor girl obeyed, and we could tell in two ways - one, by observing
the clenching of her muscles in that area, and, two, by the marvelous
"Quack!" that emerged from the speaker of the Quacker. It was working!
The sound wasn't very loud because it was calibrated so that a very
mighty squeeze would be required to produce a very loud sound.
Timmy pulled Jenny's panties from his back pocket and ordered Jenny to
open her mouth. The terrified youngster obeyed and immediately found
her mouth full of fragrant underwear. Nancy now tied a scarf around
Jenny's mouth to secure the humilitating gag. Jenny was not going to be
communicating via her mouth for awhile.
Timmy smiled at Jenny as he held the strap up for her to gaze upon. She
was desperate with fear, and began desperately struggling at her bonds -
she HAD to get away. She knew all too well what Timmy was about to do.
Inarticulate whines and mews issued feverishly from behind Jenny's gag.
Unfortunately for Jenny, we had designed her bonds to resist any of her
struggles. With a slight arm motion and a very quick flick of the
wrist, Timmy brought the strap down smartly on Jenny's cunt.
Whap! The wonderful springiness in Jenny's plump mound caused the strap
to bounce off of its target. Droplets of Jenny's love juice flew
through the air.
The effect on Jenny was magical. She gave a jerk of unbearable pain.
Her thigh muscles contracted fiercely, pulling her bottom up off the
table. Her breasts swung back and forth as she writhed about. From
behind the ball gag a desperate whine could be heard. Her pussy turned
pale for a short instant before flushing red.
But best of all, Jenny produced a loud, drawn out "Quaaaaaaaaaaaack!"
from her nether regions. Obviously the intense pain Jenny was
experiencing in her pussy caused her to clench her bottom quite tightly
indeed.
It would be hard to exaggerate how amusing this was. The whole family
was convulsed with laughter as Jenny continued to send gradually quieter
and shorter quacking sounds vibrating from her bumhole while her pelvis
writhed obscenely.
After the quacking died down, Timmy said, "Jenny, you are getting a
total of ten spanks on your pussy."
Jenny shook head and whimpered, her eyes pleading with Timmy for mercy.
Her arms pulled at the ropes binding them.
"That is, you're getting a minimum of ten. See, this is another
opportunity for you to exercise self-discipline as well as your math
skills. After each swat, I'll wait for a few seconds for you to get a
hold on yourself and then I'll say, Count!' That will be your cue to
give exactly the number of quacks as the number of spanks you've had.
If you don't quack at all I'll give you the last stroke over again. If
you quack too few times, I'll take that as the count. But if you quack
too many times, we start over. Understand? Ok, count!"
Jenny was a quick learner. She dutifully squeezed her lovely teenage
bottom and entertained us with a short, soft, "quack". Again we all
responded with a laugh, but before the laughing was over, Timmy raised
the strap again and
Whap! "QUAAAAAACK!! QUAAAACK!!" Louder than before, as Jenny's whole
body gyrated in anguish and her pussy again became briefly pale and then
red again.
Timmy waited until the agonized whines and the quacking had died down a
bit before he said, "Count!"
Somehow Jenny managed to eek out two pitiful little quacks.
"Hmm, you really should make them louder, Jenny, but we'll accept it
this time."
Whap! "QUAAAAAAACK! QUAAAAAAACK! QUAAAAACK!"
It took Timmy about a minute to recover from the intense laughing fit
that he was thrown into. By that time Jenny had quieted down a bit and
she was able to hear Timmy.
"Count!" he ordered her.
Again Jenny managed to keep the correct count, although she almost
didn't add the third quack, probably afraid of going over the mark and
giving Timmy the excuse to start over again.
Jenny managed to keep count surprisingly well, considering the mental
and physical anguish she was experiencing. Occasionally she
undercounted by one. As the count increased, so did the volume and
length of the involuntary quacks and whines that were produced after
each stinging kiss of the strap. And so did the redness of her plump,
pouting pussy.
At last the tenth stroke arrived, delivered with special gusto,
producing a long, drawn out "QUACCKKKKK!" Jenny writhed and quacked
and mewed behind her pantie gag. Timmy waited a little while and said,
"Count!"
Jenny seemed to have lost her concentration. She started quacking
"Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack "
After the ninth quack, she hesitated. Timmy was just about to accept
nine as the count and give her another stroke, when
"Quack ."
A look of disappointment crossed Timmy's face, as he realized that Jenny
had correctly counted the tenth stroke, but
"Quack " a meek, soft little quack, but it meant her doom!
"Oooops! Too bad, Jenny, you counted too many that time."
Her eyes widened pleadingly.
"So we have to start over."
"Quack! QUAACKK!! Whine!!!"
"Ohh, you don't want us to?"
"QUACCCK! Mew!" Trying desperately to close her well-spread thighs.
"Tell you what, just to show I'm a nice guy, I won't make you count for
these next ten, so you can be sure that that's all you're going to get.
Aren't you glad?"
"Mmmmf!! Quackkk!"
I don't think she was agreeing with him!
Whap! Another smart stroke, and with a strangled groan and quack, the
girl fainted!
One household item that is very useful to have around when a young
culprit is undergoing any kind of serious discipline, Professor, is
smelling salts. We had used them earlier with great success and this
time it was a simple matter to bring the young lovely thing back to
consciousness, albeit a bit confused consciousness.
Timmy gave her enough time to remember where she was, to see the strap,
to realize its connection with her, and
Whap!
Well, to make a long story short, Jenny fainted on the fifth, eighth and
tenth strokes, but in between she provided us with what could be called
one of the greatest shows on earth. It is a marvelous thing that a girl
whose pussy is being strapped ( or paddled, or ?? ) responds with
motions that are very like those of a girl in the throes of sexual
ecstasy, with plenty of hip thrusting. This is both amusing and
diverting to watch, and also adds fuel to the urge to punish, because it
seems to the punisher that the culprit is being naughty and willful.
Timmy delivered the ten strokes in an admirably severe and professional
manner, and, in between Jenny's faints, we were treated to the shrillest
of muffled shrieks, the most abandoned of gyrations, the most obscene of
bumps and grinds, the most mighty of clinchings of girlish buttocks, the
wildest swinging of breasts, and the most strident of quacks. It was as
if the girl used her fainting spells to store up energy.
The tenth stroke was an especially nasty one, and Jenny's extra loud
quack followed by a faint was no surprise. We all congratulated Timmy
on a job well done while Jenny lay there, unconscious, with her red
swollen pussy testifying to the severity of her punishment.
The rather quick and rough withdrawal of the quacker from Jenny's
distended and tender anus by Dave brought her to her senses and, after
the pantie gag was removed, she wept and moaned and would not be
consoled, even though we pointed out how fortunate she was to have come
under our care and to have been given such careful attention. How often
the patient is ungrateful to the diligent physician!
In vain we tried to cheer her by pointing out how well the color of her
cunt had been improved, how much cuter it looked in its now more swollen
condition. She seemed deaf to our guarantees that she would be as good
as new in a week or two, but could only sob and moan and stare in horror
at her ruby red treasure.
Timmy and Nancy released young Jenny from her bonds and helped her into
a sitting position. It seemed to be very important to Jenny to keep her
legs apart, most likely to avoid putting unnecessary pressure on the
tender organ between them. We helped her slide of the table onto very
unsteady legs. Dave and I each grabbed an upper arm and with this aid
she was able to manage to walk, although in an extremely bowlegged
fashion. This rather amusing picture brought sniggers and giggles from
Nancy and Timmy.
Finally we deposited the poor naked girl on her bed and left her to her
own devices. We all then went to bed, but I can assure you that it was
a long time before Dave and I actually slept, and I imagine that Nancy
and Timmy were awake for quite awhile as well!
We let Jenny sleep late the next morning, if that's what she was doing,
and we didn't even peep on her. She had gone through an admittedly
harsh treatment and we felt she deserved some time to herself. Timmy
was a bit disappointed. He pointed out that after Jenny's bottom was
attended to she was forced to spend the next day displaying it and
having it slapped and that the same was true after her titty treatment,
so, he argued, she should now be forced to spend the day displaying her
colorful pussy and being goosed whenever anyone felt like goosing her.
Timmy was fondly recalling the fun he had giving Nancy a similar
treatment, as readers of our first letter will remember.
I had to admit he had a point, so we agreed that, while we would allow
Jenny to be unmolested until noon, that Timmy could have his wish and
his way with her for the afternoon.
It was apparent to Dave and I, now, that administering Jenny's demerit
punishments was really out of the question for this visit. She really
wasn't in any condition to receive them, and we agreed to put them off
until Thanksgiving vacation. We certainly never considered letting her
off - it was vitally important for our treatment method that any
disobedience or other ill behavior during punishment must result in very
harsh consequences. You may be sure that Jenny would be in for quite a
time, and we would also make sure that she knew that we weren't finished
with her. The anticipation was sure to have a beneficial effect.
All of us felt some disappointment at this, because we HAD been looking
forward to exercising our creativity on the dear girl even more than we
had so far, but we took comfort in realizing how much better it would be
to have a "fresh" victim to torment, one that wasn't still suffering
from the aftermath of her previous sessions.
And, in case any of you were wondering, that afternoon was very
enjoyable as everyone in the family made a point of giving Jenny a jolly
good time. Jenny was made to remain nude and to present herself in the
"hamster in heat" position of command, with the addition requirement
that her legs be wide spread. You probably never saw a girl who hated
being goosed as much as Jenny did that day!
That night we made Jenny pose on her bed in the hamster position and
told her we were going to give her some "medicine" to help her on the
road to recovery. I suppose that wasn't totally honest, because what we
gave her has a suppository containing a potent shot of Tobasco sauce.
The poor girl must have spent fifteen minutes running bow legged around
the house in agonized panic, at times even trying to rub her burning
bottom hole on the floor, much to our extreme amusement!
The next day her parents came to pick her up. Before they did, we took
great pleasure in reminding Jenny that she still had her demerit session
to go through, and we took great pains to make sure she understood that
it would be at least as bad as, if not worse than, what she had already
experienced. Predictably, she begged us to let her off any further
punishment and promised fervently to never be bad again.
That night Jenny's parents returned and we all ate popcorn and watched
some very interesting videos. Neither parent seemed to mind at all the
intensity of the discipline. In fact they both seemed excited and
intrigued. This didn't bode very well for Jenny's future!
As I write this, Thanksgiving is next week, and there is great
excitement in our household. We have a wonderfully full visit planned
for Jenny. By the way, it appears that our treatment has, so far, been
a success. There have been no further incidents of stealing. It's
still early to say for sure that there has been a cure, because it's
very possible that Jenny is being careful to avoid giving us cause to
increase her punishments this coming holiday.
So, Professor, and dear readers, I will end this very long letter with a
promise of a thorough reporting of Jenny's upcoming demerit session.
Signed,
A Strict Mom
