Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Betty's Diary 4.4 Caning and cunnilingus

You would had thought that after all the cumming that had just taken place, the boys had no more in them.  But we were wrong.  In trying to keep hard, each managed one more obviously painful cum. Most of these were dry, though Brandon, Ryan and Ray each spurted onto their food once, adding flavoring they weren't too pleased to have to eat. And we all found out that the red-faced Douggie was most definitely a shooter, raining cum on his food three times.      
Then it was time for the post-dinner spankings for all the unauthorized cummings that had taken place while our husbands were sixty-nining and eating.
I never knew before what it meant when a story said someone blanched, but that's exactly what tour husbands did when our moms announced just how many spankings they had all earned for cumming and making their partners cum. It ranged from 168 for 'lucky' Little Dickie to a whopping 224 for Charlie!
The brats' protests were quietened almost instantly by a threat to double the punishment. And then my mom dropped another bombshell.
"We've noticed you girls seem a bit reluctant to test out those nice whippy canes. They are a little advanced, but they're far too good an implement to let go to waste, so we've decided that us mothers will administer each boy's first set of spanks, with the cane!"
Us girls were a little put out by losing our domination over our bare male bottoms, even for just one set of spanks, but not as put out as the boys were! As there were only 7 moms and 9 brats my dad and Kathy's dad kindly offered to administer the cane to Teddy and Charlie, which our husbands did not look happy about!
Most the moms put their boy over the back of a chair or sofa with their rosy buns thrust high in the air. But Ray, Dickie and Justin (the three husbands who would be caned by their actual flesh and blood mothers) were ordered to bend over in the centre of the room and grip their ankles in the classic naughty schoolboy pose.
"Oh and boys, we're going to be going by strict English boarding school rules," announced my mom, "so that means you are to count each stroke out loud and say 'thank you sir or ma'am' for each one', and you are not allowed to jump up at any point. If you do, or you forget to count, the stroke will be repeated!"
With that my mom brought her cane down across my brother's bare bottom and soon the room was filled with the evocative 'swish...crack!' of nine canes thwacking into nine male bottoms.










I know that 'six of the best' was the standard for naughty boys in England, but our boys got far more than their allocated 21-29 of the best, as of course they couldn't stop themselves jumping up or remember to count every stinging stroke. They all got at least double their ages and their asses looked like barcodes by the time the moms and dads had finished.
And then of course the swishy canes were handed over to us wives for the remainder of the their many, many spankings. We were eager to get the rattan biting into their already welted behinds and the howlings produced were like nothing else I've heard on Earth.

 

 


After a while we all switched things up and changed implements, and in fact the only time our husbands got a break was when we sent them to the table to fetch something new to spank them with. The moms weren't keen to give up their spanking privileges either so the brats often found themselves being passed from wives to mothers and back again as all kinds of pain rained down on their backsides.

 


And Douggie didn't miss out on any of this - Jackie decided that rather than give him his three spankings for cumming at the table she would simply beat his ass until the last brat had received his allocation!


Once the final stroke had landed across Charlie's red welted ass, Marcie's mom announced that the rest of the evening was devoted to 'couple time' and all the men were to spend it pleasuring the ladies as ordered. Of course the parents could go off to their individual rooms for this but us girls didn't have any opportunity for privacy in our dorm.
That didn't matter though. As Kathy said 'the Wives Brigade stick together' and we all lay on our cots while our husbands licked our pussies, which were sopping wet after all the naked male abuse we'd dished out that day.




Once we'd all been licked to orgasm the boys were sent to bed, but not before each wife had pulled her husband across her lap for a final butt reddening!


Suffice it to say that all nine brats were happy to drag their crimson aching sorry asses off to bed. And to let their by now very much hurting dicks recover for whatever new agonies awaited them in the morning. 
And we nine wives were happy to turn the lights out and play with the large vibrating toys we'd brought with us!

2 comments:

  1. Overlooked subject, thanks for sharing.

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    1. Thanks, but which subject is the overlooked one? The story covers quite a lot :)

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