Jenny Sprigg's Bottom
Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2026 6:33 pm
Spriggs Bottom was an idyllic setting. Lush green meadows, thick woodlands, clear flowing streams, and ample farmlands.
Bob Spriggs purchased a tract of land on which he built a farm. He took a wife, Jennifer, a statuesque blonde with a sizzling figure. Two years later they welcomed his daughter, Jenny Spriggs. She was her mother made over. Her blonde hair, often in pig tails would be seen running around farm with her cackling laughter as she chased the animals.
Jenny was 4 when her mother was taken by the fever. Her father never remarried, instead, he hired some laborers and working long and hard he turned the farm into a multi-faceted business. People came from miles around to Sprigg’s Bottom Farms to get fresh eggs, milk, and other things.
Jenny was ten years old when she received her first spanking from her father. She had fibbed to him. Her father had a unique way of delivering corrective punishment. To the barn they went. Jenny was required to strip naked, bend over and clutch her ankles as her father prepared to spank her.
The discipline had unusual reaction from Jenny. For one, it was the way her father placed one hand on the small of her back. Then there was his scent. Her father always smelled like old spice or something.
As he struck the pale cheeks of her ass, it lit up something deeper inside Jenny. Something primitive and wild. The spanking left more than her butt cheeks aflame. Her father always knew exactly when to stop. He never went too far and never stopped too soon.
When he was done, he simply told her to dress and walked out of the barn leaving Jenny to dress.
At Eleven, Jenny, the resolute tomboy, bit the ear of Tom Newsome in a fight that she soundly won. Tom’s dad ran the candy store downtown. Jenny was again summoned to the barn. She stripped off her clothes and assumed the position. There was a mixture of dread and anticipation as she awaited her punishment.
His hand on her back sent shivers down her spine. The firm way he administered each strike to her bare bottom caused a response she could never share with anyone. When father left her to dress, she rubbed her butt, then rubbed another place in response.
Fall on the farm was a busy time. Her dad raised Pumpkins for Halloween and holiday pies. He always sold out. There were hayrides and even a corn maze for the kids. More than one they would have to go in and find a child or frantic parent who somehow could not find their way back out, even though it was clearly marked.
In Winter, there were sleigh rides. At Christmas, her father would hook up the horse to a buggy, and they would ride in the downtown Christmas parade, singing carols and throwing out candy canes that they purchased at Newmon’s candy store.
As Jenny turned 13, her father was the first to notice the oncoming change in her body. She threw a ball through the living room window. Quite by accident, but enough to get a spanking for.
As he prepared to give Jenny her just deserts, he noticed her body even now showing the signs of what would be the definitive female shape. Her butt was developing the pear shape that so defined her mother’s magnificent body.
As always, the spanking lit more fires than one, and Jenny was left alone to put out the one fire as best she could with a quick rub.
Business was booming. The family was prosperous and Jenny’s father had hired a nanny, Catherine, to help prepare meals, keep the place tidy, etc.
It was Catherine who guided Jenny through her first period, gave her tips on grooming, and other things a young girl needed to know from an older woman.
But something was off. Her father had not spanked her in quite some time. It was more than the fact Jenny had done nothing wrong. It had become something she craved and desired.
The summer Jenny turned 15, she slipped out of the tub and stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. Everyone was right. She was her mother made over. A flawless, statuesque blonde with an amazingly sculptured body. Her key feature, however, was her magnificent ass. Just like her mother. She often looked at the picture on her dad’s dresser of her mother and admired what a beauty she was.
She put on a slip over shirt, a pair of jeans and walked towards her father’s room. He was at his desk going over the ledgers. She addressed him in a matter-of-fact way.
“Why don’t you spank me anymore daddy?”
Take aback, he looked up at her.
“Well, Jenny, you grew up on daddy. You are too old to be spanked now. It’s not proper. All things must pass you know.”
“I don’t want it to pass. I need to feel that again,” Jenny replied.
Before he knew what was happening, Jenny unzipped her pants, slid them and her panties down to her ankles and laid herself across her father’s lap.
“Spank me daddy. The way you used to.”
His hands trembled as he looked down at her magnificent female bottom.
“I swear Jenny, you are your mother made over,” he remarked, his voice edged with emotion.
As he gingerly ran his hands over her glorious mounds, she closed her eyes, saving his touch one more.
Then he laid his hand on her back. That old familiar feeling came back. The slaps against her bare bottom ignited the dormant fire he always produced in her. As Jenny slowly raised from her father’s lap, he took note of the wet spot she left on his pants.
“That is the last spanking I will be giving you,” He remarked as she zipped up her pants and ran a hand through her golden locks.
“Someday you are going to meet a boy, and he is going to take you away from me. It will be up to him to spank you then,” he said with a smile.
“I don’t want boys.”
“Well, that will change. You just wait and see.”
Like a prophecy came true, Jenny was sixteen and swimming in the creek. The crystal-clear water illuminated her naked body as she floated gently along with the current. As she approached the bend in the stream she saw him on the shore. Jenny swam behind a nearby rock and peered over the top.
“Who are you?”
Tom Pendleon ma’am, and you?”
“I am Jenny Spriggs. This our land and you are trespassing. My father doesn’t allow fishing here,” Jenny warned.
‘My apologies,” He remarked as he withdrew his line and sat it on the ground. Jenny noticed that he was ruggedly handsome.
“That water sure looks inviting. Mind if I join you?”
“Can you swim?”
“Like a fish,” He answered.
Jenny should have said no, but something inside her said yes. She watched with glee as she stripped off his clothes. Her eyes grew in delight as she gazed upon his manhood.
The two swam, dived, and splashed each other playfully until she said she had to go. Tom watched her get out of the water to dress.
“Can I see you again/” He asked.
“If you want to, I suppose so,” She grinned and sauntered away back home.
She was her dad in the study and immediately went it.
“Daddy, I met a boy today,” she eagerly relayed.
“Imagine that. Does this boy have a name,” He replied.
“Tom Pendleton.”
“Pendleton? Must be Jake’s boy. They live over on Storm’s creek. Good people. Hard workers.”
Time moved on. When Jenny was 18, she saw her father in the study. He looked worried.
“What’s wrong daddy?” She inquired.
“Just going to talk to you Jenny. I went to the doctor today. I have an aggressive type of prostate cancer. It can’t be stopped, but they are going to try and treat the pain. I’ve got a few years if I am lucy. I want you to promise me that you will never sell this farm. “
Jenny ran out the room bawling in hysterics. She shut herself in her room and cried for hours.
Her father passed when she was 21. They buried him on a cold winter day. Jenny hired some people to keep the farm up and they did just that.
She married Tom Pendleton and they build them a house right on the property. One day Jenny was lying naked on her bed face down when Tom walked in.
“What a vision,” He moaned as she laid down and planted a kiss on her delectable bottom.
“I could spank that,” he teased.
Jenny looked at him and grinned. “Then spank it.”
The moment he put his hand on the small of her back it came back. It wasn’t her father, but she could swear she smelled his scent in the room.
As Tom spanked her bottom it renewed the fires that once burned when her father spanked her. After a brisk spanking, they made passionate love and drifted to sleep.
Jenny matured into one of the most beautiful women around. In the summer of her 25th year, she went into the clothing store and purchased a new outfit and bonnet for Easter. As she strolled down the streets of the town every eye was on her. But the one true standout was Jenny Spriggs’ bottom.
Bob Spriggs purchased a tract of land on which he built a farm. He took a wife, Jennifer, a statuesque blonde with a sizzling figure. Two years later they welcomed his daughter, Jenny Spriggs. She was her mother made over. Her blonde hair, often in pig tails would be seen running around farm with her cackling laughter as she chased the animals.
Jenny was 4 when her mother was taken by the fever. Her father never remarried, instead, he hired some laborers and working long and hard he turned the farm into a multi-faceted business. People came from miles around to Sprigg’s Bottom Farms to get fresh eggs, milk, and other things.
Jenny was ten years old when she received her first spanking from her father. She had fibbed to him. Her father had a unique way of delivering corrective punishment. To the barn they went. Jenny was required to strip naked, bend over and clutch her ankles as her father prepared to spank her.
The discipline had unusual reaction from Jenny. For one, it was the way her father placed one hand on the small of her back. Then there was his scent. Her father always smelled like old spice or something.
As he struck the pale cheeks of her ass, it lit up something deeper inside Jenny. Something primitive and wild. The spanking left more than her butt cheeks aflame. Her father always knew exactly when to stop. He never went too far and never stopped too soon.
When he was done, he simply told her to dress and walked out of the barn leaving Jenny to dress.
At Eleven, Jenny, the resolute tomboy, bit the ear of Tom Newsome in a fight that she soundly won. Tom’s dad ran the candy store downtown. Jenny was again summoned to the barn. She stripped off her clothes and assumed the position. There was a mixture of dread and anticipation as she awaited her punishment.
His hand on her back sent shivers down her spine. The firm way he administered each strike to her bare bottom caused a response she could never share with anyone. When father left her to dress, she rubbed her butt, then rubbed another place in response.
Fall on the farm was a busy time. Her dad raised Pumpkins for Halloween and holiday pies. He always sold out. There were hayrides and even a corn maze for the kids. More than one they would have to go in and find a child or frantic parent who somehow could not find their way back out, even though it was clearly marked.
In Winter, there were sleigh rides. At Christmas, her father would hook up the horse to a buggy, and they would ride in the downtown Christmas parade, singing carols and throwing out candy canes that they purchased at Newmon’s candy store.
As Jenny turned 13, her father was the first to notice the oncoming change in her body. She threw a ball through the living room window. Quite by accident, but enough to get a spanking for.
As he prepared to give Jenny her just deserts, he noticed her body even now showing the signs of what would be the definitive female shape. Her butt was developing the pear shape that so defined her mother’s magnificent body.
As always, the spanking lit more fires than one, and Jenny was left alone to put out the one fire as best she could with a quick rub.
Business was booming. The family was prosperous and Jenny’s father had hired a nanny, Catherine, to help prepare meals, keep the place tidy, etc.
It was Catherine who guided Jenny through her first period, gave her tips on grooming, and other things a young girl needed to know from an older woman.
But something was off. Her father had not spanked her in quite some time. It was more than the fact Jenny had done nothing wrong. It had become something she craved and desired.
The summer Jenny turned 15, she slipped out of the tub and stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. Everyone was right. She was her mother made over. A flawless, statuesque blonde with an amazingly sculptured body. Her key feature, however, was her magnificent ass. Just like her mother. She often looked at the picture on her dad’s dresser of her mother and admired what a beauty she was.
She put on a slip over shirt, a pair of jeans and walked towards her father’s room. He was at his desk going over the ledgers. She addressed him in a matter-of-fact way.
“Why don’t you spank me anymore daddy?”
Take aback, he looked up at her.
“Well, Jenny, you grew up on daddy. You are too old to be spanked now. It’s not proper. All things must pass you know.”
“I don’t want it to pass. I need to feel that again,” Jenny replied.
Before he knew what was happening, Jenny unzipped her pants, slid them and her panties down to her ankles and laid herself across her father’s lap.
“Spank me daddy. The way you used to.”
His hands trembled as he looked down at her magnificent female bottom.
“I swear Jenny, you are your mother made over,” he remarked, his voice edged with emotion.
As he gingerly ran his hands over her glorious mounds, she closed her eyes, saving his touch one more.
Then he laid his hand on her back. That old familiar feeling came back. The slaps against her bare bottom ignited the dormant fire he always produced in her. As Jenny slowly raised from her father’s lap, he took note of the wet spot she left on his pants.
“That is the last spanking I will be giving you,” He remarked as she zipped up her pants and ran a hand through her golden locks.
“Someday you are going to meet a boy, and he is going to take you away from me. It will be up to him to spank you then,” he said with a smile.
“I don’t want boys.”
“Well, that will change. You just wait and see.”
Like a prophecy came true, Jenny was sixteen and swimming in the creek. The crystal-clear water illuminated her naked body as she floated gently along with the current. As she approached the bend in the stream she saw him on the shore. Jenny swam behind a nearby rock and peered over the top.
“Who are you?”
Tom Pendleon ma’am, and you?”
“I am Jenny Spriggs. This our land and you are trespassing. My father doesn’t allow fishing here,” Jenny warned.
‘My apologies,” He remarked as he withdrew his line and sat it on the ground. Jenny noticed that he was ruggedly handsome.
“That water sure looks inviting. Mind if I join you?”
“Can you swim?”
“Like a fish,” He answered.
Jenny should have said no, but something inside her said yes. She watched with glee as she stripped off his clothes. Her eyes grew in delight as she gazed upon his manhood.
The two swam, dived, and splashed each other playfully until she said she had to go. Tom watched her get out of the water to dress.
“Can I see you again/” He asked.
“If you want to, I suppose so,” She grinned and sauntered away back home.
She was her dad in the study and immediately went it.
“Daddy, I met a boy today,” she eagerly relayed.
“Imagine that. Does this boy have a name,” He replied.
“Tom Pendleton.”
“Pendleton? Must be Jake’s boy. They live over on Storm’s creek. Good people. Hard workers.”
Time moved on. When Jenny was 18, she saw her father in the study. He looked worried.
“What’s wrong daddy?” She inquired.
“Just going to talk to you Jenny. I went to the doctor today. I have an aggressive type of prostate cancer. It can’t be stopped, but they are going to try and treat the pain. I’ve got a few years if I am lucy. I want you to promise me that you will never sell this farm. “
Jenny ran out the room bawling in hysterics. She shut herself in her room and cried for hours.
Her father passed when she was 21. They buried him on a cold winter day. Jenny hired some people to keep the farm up and they did just that.
She married Tom Pendleton and they build them a house right on the property. One day Jenny was lying naked on her bed face down when Tom walked in.
“What a vision,” He moaned as she laid down and planted a kiss on her delectable bottom.
“I could spank that,” he teased.
Jenny looked at him and grinned. “Then spank it.”
The moment he put his hand on the small of her back it came back. It wasn’t her father, but she could swear she smelled his scent in the room.
As Tom spanked her bottom it renewed the fires that once burned when her father spanked her. After a brisk spanking, they made passionate love and drifted to sleep.
Jenny matured into one of the most beautiful women around. In the summer of her 25th year, she went into the clothing store and purchased a new outfit and bonnet for Easter. As she strolled down the streets of the town every eye was on her. But the one true standout was Jenny Spriggs’ bottom.