Betty's Diary Illustrated (new Ian Hamilton art)

You may not be aware of the story 'Betty's Diary' by Nialos Leaning, but it has become clear to me that, after I read it as a teenager in the early noughties, it had a huge impact on my sexual psyche. Getting stripped and spanked by big strong Daddies and merciless Matriarchs, being made to play with other guys' dicks, all-male sixty-nines, belt-whippings, public humiliation... needless to say I love it all, and I'm not sure I would do if I hadn't read this Femdom Classic!

The only thing the story is missing is illustrations... so I asked Ian Hamilton to create some!  I rewrote the story slightly to better fit his style, and needless to say, the pictures he produced satisfied a longing I've had for nearly 20 years... and here they are, with my rewritten sections to set the scene...

The story begins at Betty's 21st birthday party...

'I know exactly how you can start showing Betty and her guests some respect,' said Mom. 'You will give her the honor of appearing at the rest of her birthday party in your birthday suits.  Now!"

"No way!" shouted Teddy, my 22-year-old husband.

"Do it, now!" hollered dad, snapping one of his belts against the sofa.  In all the excitement, no one had noticed him bringing it into the room.  We all knew what that belt meant.  Obey, or get a spanking.  Even though we didn't spank in our house.  But boy, oh boy, the boys were about to find out that wasn't any longer true, for them anyway.  But, Dear Diary, I'm getting ahead of myself...

Quickly, the three brats began stripping down, to our giggles. They weren't about to defy dad.

Soon, the moment of truth had arrived.  The brats were down to just their briefs.  All seven of us girls were holding our breath, waiting to see if mom and dad would make the boys show us everything they had.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" demanded mom.  "Get those underpants off, now!"

"Now!" echoed dad, snapping his belt once more against the couch.

Very, very fast, the brats had their briefs off, which they held in front of themselves, trying to hide their privates from us.

"We'll have none of that disrespect," shouted mom, "drop those to the ground, now!"

"Now!" echoed dad again, once more snapping his belt.

As their underwear went to the ground, the boys' hands went to cover up.

"Hands away and at your sides," mom ordered.

"You heard your mother," said dad as he again snapped the belt.  "You don't play with yourselves like that in public."

"Unless told to," mom added, to my complete surprise and bewilderment.

Right away their hands were at their sides.  I couldn't believe how red the brats' faces were.

"Teddy, get over here," dad commanded my husband. "You need a taste of this belt."

Which he promptly got.  In a flash, dad had the naked Teddy bending over the end of the couch while he repeatedly wailed at my husband's bare bottom.  In no time at all my brat husband was crying.  Soon he was shouting, no make that shrieking.  He kept begging dad to stop.  But dad didn't listen, he just kept on swinging that belt, warning him not to move out of position or they would start all over.

After a while, Teddy didn't plead anymore, he was too busy howling.  His butt turned redder and redder.  He kept dancing in place, having a lot of trouble keeping his feet on the floor.  Finally dad stopped, making Teddy stand facing the wall, his beaten red ass on display for us all.

Then it was my 19-year-old brother Dickie's turn. He got the same medicine: a red bottom belonging to a howling dancing little boy.  His dancing, kicking, jiggling reaction to the belt was even more impressive and eardrum shattering than Teddy's. Dad sent him to stand next to Teddy.  Now we had two shining bare boy behinds to stare at.

But that wasn't the end of it, oh no!  I saw mom whisper something to dad.  He tried to whisper back, but was a little louder than I think he wanted to be.  I heard him tell her, "you and that Fem Internet site. Okay, go ahead, you're the boss in this."  He didn't sound too happy about it.

The third boy was Charlie. He is 23 and married to my cousin Kathy.

While Charlie was getting his belt-whipping from dad, mom addressed Teddy and Dickie.

"All right boys," mom said, "turn around and face the girls. Which they did, hands again immediately covering their most interesting parts.

"Get those hands away," ordered mom.

"What did I tell you about playing with yourselves?" asked dad, snapping his belt across Charlie's ass.  Maybe he should take up lion training, the way he likes whipping that thing around!

Before they could answer, as if they would have anyhow, mom said, "well, since they want to play with themselves, they can do exactly that for the rest of the day.  Get your dicks hard, now!"

"No way!" Teddy said for not the first time.

"Do it!" shouted dad, snapping his belt once again.

The brats began rubbing their dicks.  Soon both had boners pointing right at us.  Of course, all seven of us girls were giggling again and smirking.

"Now," mom instructed, "I want those dicks of yours to stay hard the rest of the day.  A boy with a hard on in front of a lady is telling her that he likes and respects her. I know you both like and respect Betty and her friends, do you not?"

No answer from the crying, red faced brats.

"Answer," shouted dad with yet another belt snapping.

"Yes, mom," they both answered.  I don't think they meant it, but they weren't about to take any chances with dad still swinging that belt around!

"Good," continued mom. 'Now for the rules of this little party game we're going to play. Those dicks must stay hard for the rest of the day. Neither of you can touch your own dick.  It's up to your brother-in-law to keep you hard.  Anytime you lose your boner, your brother-in-law gets a spanking for letting it happen.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," they answered.

"And no cumming. If you cum you get spanked, and your brother-in-law gets spanked for making you cum.  Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," they answered for the umpteenth time.

Soon, the brats had hold of each other's dicks and were rubbing furiously.  Before long, both had boners! All seven of us wives and sisters were giggling and laughing hysterically.

"One more thing," mom finished, "anytime you cum you have to shout out for us all to hear that you're cumming.  If you don't, your spanking is doubled.

Before long it happened.  Teddy screamed, "I'm cumming!" Spurt after spurt of white jism shot out the end of his prick...

And the fun doesn't stop there, with Betty's Mom seemingly determined to train her to be dominant, culminating in this rather delicious scene:

After an additional dose of the brush for the brats, I sprung my surprise on them.

"Okay boys, for your continued arguing and complaining, I have a cure that will keep you quiet the rest of the evening."

"Oh goodie," mom jested, "I can't wait to hear what it is, and I'm sure neither can your slaves."

"For the rest of the evening," I told them, "you are to lay on the floor and suck on each other's dicks."

Quickly I glanced at mom, expecting her to prohibit this.

But, she didn't, she supported me.  As soon as the boys started their inevitable protesting, she intervened.  "You heard Betty, so get going."

"Now!" I commanded.

Fortunately for me, mom took charge.  I had no experience in how boys perform a "sixty-nine" as my friend Jeanie calls it.  But, apparently mom did.

She had the boys lay down facing each other with their heads in opposite directions.

"Get those mouths on those dicks," she commanded.

Reluctantly, the brats did so.

"Now," mom instructed, "start sucking."

Which they did, cheeks puffing.  "At all times," mom continued, "you must be doing at least one of three things to that dick in your mouth. Sucking on it, licking it with your tongue, or moving your head up and down on it."

"And, if either of you cum," I said, "you'll both get a spanking for it. With the hairbrush."

"But," added mom, "since we're tired of hearing you speak, and it isn't polite to talk with your mouth full, you don't have to announce you're cumming."

Thinking of something, I said, "And no stopping except when I tell you after a cum."

"Or," mom elaborated, "we tell you to stop so that we can check and make sure you still have those boners you're supposed to be keeping."

I hadn't thought of that.  Mom was being so helpful that I could just hug her!

Dear Diary, the next two hours were just unbelievable.  My two slaves, my two naked brat cocksucking slaves made a spectacle of themselves, giving mom, dad and me the greatest show I've ever seen.

It was great for me, but not for the boys. Teddy came three times, and Dickie's little dickie five times. So that was eight more spankings I got to give their bare behinds.  I don't know how they ever managed to stay seated at work today!

All throughout this, mom was busily taking digital pictures, "for my collection."

Poor Dickie, he almost gagged on all the spunk the first time Teddy came. He quickly had his mouth off Teddy's dick, spitting out the cum. Teddy kept shooting all over Dickie's face.

I scolded Dickie for letting his brother-in-law's dick out of his mouth without my permission and announced that his spanking would be doubled.

"Since they're inexperienced in the cum-swallowing department," mom declared, " you'd better find a way for them to let each other know when they're about to shoot off."

I had a mean idea. "Teddy," I told him once he was standing in front of me for his spanking for cumming, "whenever you're about to cum, you're to signal Dickie by giving his bottom two hard spanks. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his face going a deep red.

"And same for you Dickie," I told my littlest slave, "And as soon as your brother-in-law spanks you, you are to stop sucking on his dick. Just hold it in your mouth.  Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," they answered.

Later, mom told me privately that my solution was brilliant. She said that the boys cumming without anything moving on their dicks would be much less satisfying and enjoyable, and in fact, somewhat frustrating for them. Good, let them be frustrated, for all the frustration I had suffered earlier this week waiting to be able to again see the brats naked, boners and all!

Needless to say, I have spent many a night over the last two decades fantasising about being in the place of one of these (un)fortunate boys (usually Teddy)...

Since the original story was published, what is acceptable on the internet has changed A LOT. So a few years ago I rewrote it to feature grown-up young men being dominated by their wives and in-laws. It's a lengthy tome, so I broke the original four parts down into many more separate posts. If you're interested, there are links to all of it below, though I freely admit that in hindsight I maybe added a bit too much (I've also added Ian Hamilton's new art to the relevant sections).

As a framing device, I thought it might be nice if Betty's mother introduced each section. After all, since the story is told from Betty's perspective, you don't really learn the parents' motivation for subjecting their male offspring to such severe discipline. After reading a few 'real-life' forums relating to corporal punishment at home, I was shocked (and rather aroused) to realise that Betty's world might not be as much of a far-fetched fantasy as I thought.

Considering some of the spankings and humiliations that all-American families supposedly already visit on their wayward sons, making them wank each other off and suck on each others dicks when they are naughty doesn't seem that much of a leap... I would have loved/hated to be raised in those families just as much as I'd have loved/hated to be Betty's brother!

Bear in mind also that this is the early 2000s, when the internet was much more of a Wild West, so a respectable website advocating the Melicks' disciplinary methods would be quite feasible...

Betty's Diary, introduced by Betty's mother, Denise

Myself, my husband and many other parents of my acquaintance had become increasingly exasperated at the behaviour of the young males in our families. At every family gathering, our sons and sons-in-law seemed to spend all their time sitting in front of the TV with their hands down their pants, burping and farting and generally expecting to be waited on hand and foot. They certainly didn't pull their weight, either within their relationships or as sons, and seemed to be stuck in adolescence rather than developing into the well-bred young gentlemen we parents had hoped for.

The one exception to this seemed to be the Melick family, whose son Ray was rather more polite and respectful than the other boys. When we pressed Ray's parents, they revealed they had been using the methods detailed on the 'Fem Internet' site. When we other parents looked into this, it was clear that our sons had so far received a VERY lenient upbringing!

All that changed, starting at my daughter Betty's birthday party. Betty's husband and my son were present, and when they started acting like spoilt brats, we decided it was time they got a taste of what all naughty boys need to keep them in line, whether they're supposedly grown-up or not: their Daddy's belt! Afterwards we played a fun 'party game' where the naked boys had to keep each other hard – and if they cum they get spanked, and the other boy gets spanked for making them cum!

Betty's Diary 1.1 My Greatest Birthday Ever!

Betty's Diary 1.2 A Taste of Dad's Belt

Betty's Diary 1.3 Keeping each other hard

Betty's Diary 1.4 Spanked for shooting

From then on, Betty and her friends were allowed to use their husbands and brothers as naked brat sex slaves, with full support from us parents. The Thursday after Betty's birthday we had a VERY fun evening, culminating in a delightful climax where the boys had to lie on the floor and suck each others' dicks in the sixty-nine position – and the same rules about not cumming certainly applied!

Betty's Diary 2.1: My Naked Brat Slaves

Betty's Diary 2.2 Betty Takes Charge

Betty's Diary 2.3: Dicks hard at dinnertime

Betty's Diary 2.4 Slave 69

That weekend we hired a bus and set off with the Melicks for a 'Family Retreat', picking up other families on the way so that there were plenty of naked young men for our daughters to "train" on...

Betty's Diary 3.1 : My Fantastic Bus Trip

Betty's Diary 3.2 The hubbies on the bus go wank w...

Betty's Diary 3.3 Kenny cums aboard

Betty's Diary 3.4 Spankathon

By the end of the weekend I don't know what hurt more: our sons' bottoms, their dicks, their balls or their assholes!

Betty's Diary 4.1 My Most Wonderful Retreat

Betty's Diary 4.2: The new couples

Betty's Diary 4.3: Slave husband suckfest

Betty's Diary 4.4 Caning and cunnilingus

Betty's Diary 4.5 Douggie tastes dick

Betty's Diary 4.6 Enter the chairs

Betty's Diary 4.7 Pitch and catch

Betty's Diary 4.8 Field and track

Betty's Diary 4.9 Public punishment

Betty's Diary 4.9 Public punishment

We had our final lunch at the retreat, packed up and prepared to depart. Everyone who came on the bus left on the bus, as did most of the newbies, with Mr. Melick again driving. Mr Jordan and Mr. Brewer followed in their cars. As on the trip up, we made our husbands keep their boners, causing each one to cum one more time.

All too soon for our husbands we arrived at the rest stop, the same one as on the trip up. Being a beautiful Sunday afternoon, there were many more people about than on Friday. But that didn't matter, we made our husbands get off, boners and all, for all to see.
We pretty much did what we had on Friday, splitting the spankings up among us, ensuring that each husband received his allocated number and that the wives and parents got a chance to spank any husband they hadn't yet managed to lay their hands on over the weekend.
Oh, the tears were many, the howling loud, the anguish terrific, as each brat bottom was administered its multitude of spankings. Every bare bottom was a dark red, some bordering on purple, when we were finished. Many of the onlookers applauded when we finished, including several families and two state troopers.

(Although the state troopers did need a little 'sweetener' to encourage them to look the other way,,,)

"Now, boys," mom announced to our bare bottom brigade, "from now on we parents have agreed that whenever possible, you're going to be kept naked, especially at home. You must obey any order from your wives, mothers, or any other female, no arguing."
"If," said Kathy's mom, "your wife tells you to go stand naked in the front yard and jerk off for an hour, you do it."

"If," said Marcie's mom, "your wife wants to spank you, she can, for as long and as hard as she wants."

 

"If," said Mrs Shaffer, "your wife wants you to wear women's clothes, you wear them."

"If," said Marcie's aunt, "your wife wants to show your boner off to her friends, then so be it."

"If," said Mrs Jordan, "your wife wants to see other men, or bring them home so you can practise those cocksucking skills, that's her prerogative."

"And," added my mom, " we plan to talk to your bosses and people at the malls and gyms and lots of other places, so you might get to practise those cocksucking skills even more than you think!" 

All, this, of course had our husbands crying even harder.
We said our good byes to the Jordans, Shaffers and Brewers, with promises made all around to visit soon. Turns out none of them live more than a forty minute drive from our house, so there should be plenty of opportunities for us to meet up again...

The good byes said, us original bus people boarded for the journey home and the dawn of a new age for all of us.
And, that, Dear Diary, is the most wonderful story of my most wonderful retreat!

Betty's Diary 4.8 Field and track

On Sunday, we, of course, first spanked our husbands and then had them produce boners. I took a cat to Justin's tight little tush and Susie used a paddle on Brandon's similarly proportioned ass. Marcie tawsed little Ryan while her cousin Rachel whipped Little Dickie, and Kathy elected to birch Douggie's firm ass while her sister-in-law Nancy caned Kenny.

Lisa also picked a birch for Teddy while Taylor whipped Charlie raw with a riding crop. And Jackie finally got her hands on Ray's fine ass, going to town with a paddle.

After breakfast we decided on some outdoors field and track. We divided the husbands into three teams. Ryan, Brandon and Little Dickie, our three youngest, were one team. The middle three of Justin, Kenny and Teddy were another team. Charlie, Douggie and Ray were the oldest team. We had each team stand back to back, forming a sort of three sided triangle. We next tied the husbands on that team together by tightly looping a single length of rope around their balls. Unless they moved in perfect unison, the rope would painfully be yanking on each others balls. Ouch!
We went outside.
"Listen up," I said, "for each event, the team that finishes first doesn't get spanked. The team that finishes second gets spanked, the team that's last gets a double spanking."
For our first event, we had the boys fast walk to some trees about 100 feet away and back. That was a hoot, as they struggled not to pull on their partners' balls too much.
Didn't work, each team was in tears upon their return. The youngest husbands were the fastest, then the big boys, and in last place the middle boys.
Next, we had them run to the same tree and back. This time the big boys were first, the middle second, and the little guys last. Several times, the little ones fell down, losing much time; talk about hurting.
For our last event, we had them lie on the ground and roll to the tree and back. Fortunately, the whole area was a well kept lawn. The middle boys, in much pain, finished first. The little boys were close behind, helped by their light weight. The big boys were last. The pain for them had been so bad that they literally at times had to stop in place for brief rests.
Once inside, we undid the boys and promptly doled out their spankings. As we'd been outside, I decided to use a nice 'organic' birch on Brandon , and sisters-in-law Marcie and Susie decided to join me, picking birches for Justin and Douggie respectively. Kathy spanked Kenny with a hairbrush and Lisa caned Charlie, while Rachel also gave Ryan a good hard caning. Taylor tawsed Teddy, and Little Nancy finally got her hands on Ray's nice firm butt and lit it up something good with a hairbrush.
Now that our husbands had sore bottoms to go along with their aching balls, that left only their dicks and assholes. So, once more, we had them sit on their chairs, only this time with slightly larger pegs installed.

We told them they were to jerk off till lunch time, no cumming allowed, of course. And of course, in that time the idiots each came at least twice. Douggie and Ray were our laggards, with two cums each. Ryan, Brandon, Dickie, Justin, Kenny each achieved a triple play, while Teddy and Charlie both managed four.
Just before lunch, we sent our husbands to clean up. Right before eating, we gave each boy a solid spanking, setting off some real fireworks in their bottoms. We promised the balance of their spankings at the rest stop on the trip home...

Betty's Diary 4.7 Pitch and catch

Of course we all jumped straight out of bed and raced next door still throwing on our robes.
We found our moms, also in robes, grinning as they watched our dads and husbands.

The husbands, of course, were naked, but to our surprise so were our dads! And even more of a surprise - our nine husbands were kneeling before our daddies and sucking away on their big dicks!
"Hello girls!" said Jackie's mom. " Barry woke up with a stonking erection in the middle of the night, and it gave me the idea for a little extra training for the boys. Got to keep them on their toes!"
"Or rather on their knees!" laughed my mom, looking at her watch.
Our husbands had obviously been threatened with some horrible punishment if they showed a lack of enthusiasm, as their faces were all scrunched up as they puffed away on those big manly cocks as hard as they could, even stroking the balls and shafts with their hands.
The moms had paired the males up to give maximum humiliation to the young husbands. Kathy's father was the weediest looking of the dads, but even he was a cast-iron stud compared to Charlie, who was at that moment sucking on his father-in-law's much larger cock. Balding Barry Brewer was certainly ripped and he was treating Douggie the roughest of any, pulling his son-in-law's hair while he pumped his cock in and out. 

Mr Shaffer and Mr Taylor's beer bellies didn't stop Ryan and Brandon looking like the scrawny little sissies they are as they each blew them.

Our little emo Kenny was seriously working through some of his own 'daddy issues' with his father-in-law, while my little brother Dickie was finding out that Ray descended from his father in the big dick department.

 

Speaking of Ray, Kathy's Uncle Jeff was the lucky guy plugging his handsome mouth, and Pablo was slipping his sizable Latino dick into Justin's mouth, which he'd probably been wanting to do since they first met at Justin and Nancy's wedding!

But of course the biggest, strongest and most muscularly of all was my Daddy, and to my delight my husband Teddy was between his legs, getting a definitive demonstration of who is the man in my family!

Mom checked her watch again.
"Well boys, you've had ten minutes, and none of you have been able to make your fathers-in-law cum. I must say, I'm very disappointed in you."
"It seems," said Kathy's mom, "that we're going to have to play that little game we discussed earlier."
We wives sure liked the sound of that! But our husbands sure didn't, judging by the way they whimpered as our dads pulled them to their feet by their hair and then took their hands to lead them into the living area, big manly dicks pointing the way!
Marcie's mom filled us in as we followed them.
"Your husbands are going to be playing a little game of pitch and catch with your daddies. And of course the dads will be the pitchers and the boys will be the catchers.”
It took a while for us wives to realize the implications of this, but when we did we started grinning from ear to ear. In the meantime our husbands were mumbling protests.
“You will be quiet this instant!” snapped my mom, “unless you want your daddies to give your bottoms a little warm up with their belts, with the buckle end! And then we can play this little catching game out in the yard!” That shut our husbands up, at least for a minute, though I was disappointed we wouldn’t get to see the effect of a belt buckle on a brat’s bare behind!
Soon our husbands were bent over tables and sofas and moaning like little sluts while our daddies' thick fingers lubed up their holes, before their big dicks were introduced to the brat's tight buttholes.

Their moans were replaced by snorts and 'ohs' as inch by inch the big dicks squeezed through their sphincters, and then by girlish squeaks as the larger men all started thrusting!
Even Ray was moaning like a whore as he felt the full force of Jeff's big hard cock. We wives settled down in the armchairs with our moms to enjoy the sight of our nine husbands getting their asses pumped. Plus we could enjoy the squelchy sounds, and the slaps of big manly balls on slim thighs, and big daddy hands spanking still-sore husband buttocks!
This was so exciting for us girls, getting to watch our slave brat husband getting their asses reamed by real cocks. If you think there'd be nothing for us ladies to do during all this guy-on-guy actions, you'd be wrong. There was plenty to do, especially comparing the daddies' dick sizes to those of the husbands they were reaming. The husbands soon all had hard ons from their ass fuckings so it was easy to do.
Kathy’s dad had the smallest dick. I guess small cocks must just run in that family! But it was still bigger than Douggie's and more than long enough to make Charlie moan like a slut.

Mr Taylor and Mr Shaffer weren't the biggest but they made up for it with some vigorous pumping and spanking of their skinny sons-in-law.

Mr Brewer's cock was certainly worth writing home about and he fucked Douggie's ass just as roughly as he had his mouth!

Despite making his son-in-law Kenny squeal like a stuck emo pig, Rachel's dad couldn't quite measure up to his brother-in-law, who was giving my little brother Dickie all kinds of trouble with his thick Melick dick.

 

Kathy's Uncle Jeff must have felt like all his Christmases had come at one, getting to ream Ray, and his veiny dick was revealed to be much bigger than his little brother's.

 

But even his lengthy schlong couldn't compete with Pablo's long tanned member that was doing all sorts of things to Justin's hot little hole.

Though the biggest dick of all undoubtedly belonged to my dad - you should have seen my darling husband's face as it went in! I’m sure all the other moms were jealous of mine!

Of course all the dads were bigger, hairier and more muscular than our sissy husbands, and the room was soon filled with a powerful stench of man-sweat and sex as they pounded their tight little poop chutes!

Surprise surprise it was Charlie who first started making sounds like he might be enjoying himself... 

This spurred his father-in-law on to pump him harder, and before we knew it Charlie was bellowing like a cheap whore and shooting a quite sizable load over the tiled floor. This seemed to encourage the other daddies to get into their stride, and soon they were pumping away and treating the brats like real bitches, smacking their still sore asses and pulling their hair. With all this vigorous pumping going on the boys were really feeling it. Mr Brewer was the most vigorous of all, and it wasn’t long before Douggie was howling in what was undoubtedly a rather large orgasm.

The other husbands soon followed suit, raining cum down between their legs.

 

“Why do they keep doing that mom?” asked Kathy.
“It’s called a prostate orgasm,” explained her mother. “Inside every man’s bottom is the prostate, where all his spunk is made.”
“I thought that was made in his balls?” said Marcie.
“Sperm is made in his balls, but then it’s mixed with spunk from his prostate before he shoots,” said Mrs Melick.
“And you can make a man shoot just by poking his prostate with your finger,” said my mom, doing the action, “so goodness knows what your daddies’ big meaty cocks are doing in your husband’s bottoms.”
“Especially yours Denise,” laughed Marcie’s mom, “that’s a real kidney tickler Teddy’s taking there!” We all laughed at that.
“I suppose we should start keeping track of all these unauthorised cums,” said Kathy’s mom as Charlie deposited another sizable load on the kitchen floor, “I think that makes it two for Charlie and one each for all the other boys.”
“Oh and boys,” said Marcie’s mom, “ as none of you announced you were cumming all your spankings up to now are doubled!” I thought for a moment.
“Is this prostate thing why gay guys like it up the ass?”
“Yes dear,” said my mom.
“So as Charlie cums so much more with a dick up his ass, does that mean he’s gay?”
“I think he very well might be,” smiled my mom, and we all laughed at Charlie as his face scrunched up even tighter in embarrassment.

The daddies kept up their humping and pumping for a good hour. That’s a whole hour of nine grunting, sweating, spunking brats getting their asses ploughed by nine big greasy man cocks. Every so often the grunting and squelching would be accompanied by a weak shout of ‘I’m cumming!” but more often than not the big dicks in their asses meant our husbands forgot.

After an hour Marcie’s mom checked her watched, then clicked her fingers before she announced: “Okay I think the boys have been playing catch long enough. Gentlemen, you may now cum.” Almost immediately the dads all started grunting and grinding even harder into our husbands, who 'ooh' and 'ah'd' as seemingly gallons of spunk flooded into their bowels.

The jets of hot cum must have hit them in the right places though, because all of them managed one last orgasm before the big cocks slid out of their gaping assholes.
The daddies put on their dressing gowns and the nine brats were sent to stand against the wall while we tallied their cums. Ryan, Brandon, Kenny, Ray and Douggie had each cum four times, Dickie and Justin had managed five, while to my amusement my husband Teddy had squirted six times while uber-sissy Charlie had broken all records with seven! Of course the husbands were getting many extra spankings for not announcing they were cumming! Teddy had obviously enjoyed my daddy's cock immensely because he hadn’t announced any, earning him even more spankings than Charlie!
It was decided that the daddies would administer the spankings, and Kathy was sent upstairs to retrieve their belts. Soon the husbands were bent over the table getting their bare bottoms whipped by their respective fathers-and-uncles-in law.

The crack of the leather and the howls of the husbands were music to our ears, and it got even better when my daddy decided to use the buckle end on Teddy for his last few.

The other dads all followed suit, and the tears and howling it produced were almost unprecedented! Teddy’s bottom was full on crimson by the time my dad had finished, and the other boys’ weren’t far behind.
After the beltings we made the brats clean all the cum out of each others' asses — with their tongues of course! After this we made them jack off one more time and spanked them just because we could, then we all went back to bed.