Wednesday, March 13, 2019

From the Top Shelf - The Paddling Booth - Jenny

Here is the final instalment of Rollin Hand's "The Paddling Booth". I don't want to give too much away, but I will say that you will be getting three for the price of one.
JENNY

"Well, now," said the beefy gentleman in a cowboy hat, "This is what you two need." He regarded the sign with interest while addressing two attractive women, apparently his companions. Noticing Jenny he said, "Now ain't she just the cutest little filly?"

His companions, two decidedly younger women, a blonde in a halter top and denim cutoffs and a brunette in tight jeans and a tank top gawked at the sign.

"Paddling Booth?" said the blonde, turning to her companion. "You mean like a lickin'?"

"So Uncle Bob, why'd you bring us here?" said the brunette. The girls looked at Bob warily. Bob was nonchalant.

"I reckon we should make a donation, seein' how it's for charity and all. Besides you gals need a demonstration. I haven't forgotten the mess the house was in when I got back from Tucson--and you know what I mean," said Bob with a pointed look at the "gals". They looked at each other with a sickly "uh, oh" expression. "This gives me an idea of how to deal with you two."

Jenny cringed as the guy hauled out a wad of bills and started peeling them off. He reminded her of one of those caricatures of a big brash Texas tycoon. If those two girls were really nieces she'd eat his cowboy hat.

"Uhhh...this might be fun, Sue Ann," said the blonde, brightly, but it was false cheeriness. Sue Ann rolled her eyes like "oh, brother".

"Hmpf," said Sue Ann. "maybe. A sorority gal taking a paddlin'. I don't like Uncle Bob's interest in this," she whispered to her friend.

"Well, girls," said "uncle" Bob, "we're gonna see. I'm going to give this boy here $100."

"Whoa!" said Ron, "I, uh, don't know--that's," he quickly calculated, "that's 21 swats."

The big man put his hands up. "I know, I know, son. Listen, here's the deal..." and he lowered his voice. "It'll only be a round dozen, see, but here's the catch..."

Ron listened. There was always a catch.

"...I want her to take 'em on the baretail."

Ron's jaw dropped. "Now wait..." he started, hands raised.

"Now just hear me out, son. Now I know that under those britches she's got one of them thong things on...hell, you can see it. You get the C note if she shucks those pants and takes her licks bare butt." Motioning towards his nieces he continued, "Your booth here gave me an idea. These two need a right smart lickin' and I want to show'em what they're in for if they don't shape up."

Ron shook his head. "I can't ask Jenny here to..."

But Jenny had overheard and she stepped in. She squared her shoulders and spoke up. "I'll do it, mister." This was her chance to impress Ron--and show off her charms. "You donate the $100, I'll take the swats on my bare butt."

Ron was nonplussed. "You will? You're a plucky girl. Something like this could win us the championship for the team with the most money."

Jenny was beaming in the glow of Ron's admiration.

"Ok, you heard her. We'll do it."

The group trooped into the room. Jenny walked to the center of the room and, taking a deep breath, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts. Giving a few little wiggles, she tugged the shorts down baring the lovely white moons of her bottom. Her butt was high set and round, the jouncy globes pale except for a sprinkling of freckles. Deftly she stepped out of the shorts which left her clad only in a thong and her halter top. Ron's mouth dropped open--wow, what a great ass.

"I'm ready," declared Jenny, and she dutifully bent over, placed her hands on her knees and stuck her butt out for the attentions of the paddle.

Bob directly addressed his nieces. "Now, girls, pay attention, cause this is how you take a lickin' when you've been naughty."

The girls looked on with sullen expressions. The fair was no longer fun, it seemed.

Jenny gripped her knees tightly. Ron measured his distance and patted her behind with the paddle. "Ready?" he asked. Jenny nodded. Ron drew back his arm and brought the paddle down with a loud smack! Jenny flinched and muttered a silent "ouch".

Smack! Number two hit her cheeks low, causing them to ripple. "Yeow, that stung," she yelped.

"Well, honey, course it's going to sting," said Bob with a chuckle. "It's a paddlin'."

Whap! Three was like a brand of fire. Jenny's mouth flew open. She wiggled hoping to throw off the pain. It didn't work.

Crack! Number four made her raise partly up, but she recovered and held on.

Ron laid on crack after crack with the paddle. He aimed carefully so that the paddle would hit flat across both cheeks on the fleshiest lower part of her fanny. The swats were firm without being brutal, but even so, Ron knew that this bare bottom paddling had to sting like hell. Each swat made her bottom cheeks wobble then spring back into their rounded pert shape. He waited about 15-20 seconds between licks to give Jenny time to regain her composure. She would raise halfway up and shuffle her feet with a gasp of "Whew...Ahhh" before assuming the position, presenting her cute rump for another hard crack. Her ass had now turned a bright red. Each one made Jenny flinch. A couple of times she came up on her toes and her hands flew out.

Crack! "Yeow...ooh...ohh," yelped Jenny.

"That's ten," muttered Ron, whispering in her ear as he bent over. "Only two more. Be brave, Jenny."

Jenny nodded. Smack! Crack! the last two came fast.

"Whooo....eee...yow! That stung!

Wow!" said Jenny, rubbing vigorously and dancing from foot to foot.

"There you go, sir," said Ron, satisfied by a job well done.

"Very good son, very good," clapped Bob. "You two see that?" said Bob to his nieces. "I hope you paid attention."

"So what?" said Sue Ann. "You can't do that to us."

"Yeah," said the blonde. "We're too old for that."

Uncle Bob shot the girls a wicked grin and said to Ron, "We got a few more minutes here, I reckon. Hows about I borrow that spankin' paddle there?"

"Sure," said Ron, now clearly intrigued.

Bob hefted the paddle. "A little light but it'll do."

He addressed the girls. "Awright you two, now we're gonna have a little lesson. You saw how Miss Redhead over here took her licks? Now I want both of you right over here," he said pointing to a spot in the center of the room.

The girls whined when the realization hit them that Uncle Bob was actually going to use that awful paddle on their own hind ends.

"C'mon Bob, no, please. It's too embarrassing."

"Yeah," pleaded the blonde. "We'll never do a party like that again. C'mon, please."

Bob looked at the floor for a minute, waiting for them to finish, then looked up.

"You either get over here and shuck those britches right down or you can go back to that titty bar in Houston where I found you. And that means no trip to Aruba, or Cancun or any other place I was going to take you."

With the sickly realization that he had them, literally, over a barrel, the two young women shuffled forward and started to unbutton their jeans. Jenny, amazed at the spectacle unfolding, backed up toward Ron who put his hands on her shoulders. Unconsciously, she let her body relax against his. Ron felt her hot bottom cheeks pressing into his groin as she backed up. It gave him an instant hard on which had been building as he had paddled her sweet bare tushy.

"Let's go, Sue Ann, Betty, get 'em all the way down," ordered Bob.

Groaning both girls complied pulling shorts and jeans down to their knees.

"Panties, too. I want those asses bare."

The protest to this last indignity was cut off by Bob, and two pairs of panties soon joined the jeans at knee level.

"All right now. Bend over. Put your hands on your knees and stick out those fannies. Do it now. And stay put while I paddle your sassy butts."

Sue Ann had long legs and an oval cheeked bottom. Although slender, she had an amply padded seat for what was to follow. Betty, the shorter of the two, had a jouncy bubble shaped rear end that stuck out as if begging for the attentions of the paddle. Reluctantly both girls bent over and gripped their knees. Bob gave the paddle a few practice swooshes that made the girls flinch. Then he stepped to Betty's side and landed a sharp crack right across the fattest part of her sit spot.

Betty howled and started to get up, but Bob put his hand on her back and pushed her back down with an admonishment to stay in position. Then he moved to Sue Ann's side and gave her a solid crack across her ass that made her jump up and yelp.

Bob alternated between the two chagrined women, delivering a hearty paddle swat to one, then moving to the other. He stood to the left and lined up each lick, checking his distance and patting the proffered bottom a few times before letting go with a hefty smack. The licks were solid and deliberate. Bob seemed determined to punish his naughty nieces soundly for whatever their infraction had been.

Jenny marveled at the way the buttocks of the girls would quiver as the paddle struck. A steady chorus of "Ow...ow...ouch!" accompanied the paddling. By the end of what Jenny could see was a very sound licking both pairs of bottom cheeks were a bright red and Betty and Sue Ann were wriggling, crying and pleading with "Uncle" Bob to go easy on them. He didn't. The last two swats were the hardest yet and made both girls screech with pain.

When it was over a very chastened pair of nieces struggled back into their tight pants. Their faces were as red as their behinds had been and tears had to be wiped from eyes. Bob handed Ron the paddle.

"Thank you, son. Let's go you two," he said to the sniffling pair, " and any more foolery like last week and your behinds will be feeling my belt."

Wide eyes, Jenny watched them go. As she did she became aware of how hot she was. Of course her butt was blazing, but she was horny, too. God, she was dripping wet. She hoped it wouldn't make a spot on her shorts. What she really wanted right now was to go down on her knees and pull Ron's cock right out of his pants so she could go down on it, then get him to fuck her good and proper. She had felt the boner in his pants as she had leaned against him. That must mean he wanted her too. She began plotting how to get him alone...maybe later.

She didn’t know it, but Ron was thinking exactly the same thing.
I'm speechless!
From Hermione's Heart

6 comments:

Red said...

delightful to read, but a speechless Hermione, highly unlikely.
Smiling
Red

QBuzz said...

Methinks that when the fraternity/sorority sees how much Ron and Jenny made, all the paddlings will be bare-bottomed from next year onwards :D

Roz said...

Hi Hermione,

Well, this instalment certainly had a twist. Somehow I don't think those girls were Bob's nieces lol. Thank you for sharing more of this wonderful story.

Hugs
Roz

ronnie said...

Hermione,

Fun instalment. Really enjoying the story. Thanks. Look forward to reading how Jenny and Ron get together.

Love,
Ronnie
xx

Hermione said...

Sadly, that's the end of the story, so we can only assume that all's well that ends well, and everyone lives happily ever after.

Hugs,
Hermione

Enzo said...

Hi Hermione -
Just catching up on blog posts. I think my favorite of this story was the Chrissy chapter. I wonder what the consensus was on the favorite chapter.
Although overall I would have preferred the scenes take place out in the open vs behind the curtain.
Best,
Enzo