Betty's Diary 4.1 My Most Wonderful Retreat

Dear Diary,
Betty here again. When I stopped writing the last time, the bus had just left the rest area after we'd spanked all the husbands. Our four moms, backed up by the dads, insisted that we six wives give our husbands dicks a rest. So we did, but that didn't keep us from staring, the sight of six naked slave husbands being much more interesting than anything out the window!
After another thirty-five minutes or so, we pulled off the highway onto a gravel road. Driving a short distance around two bends, we arrived at the retreat, my most wonderful retreat. It was the start of the greatest, most fantastic weekend any of us six wives had ever had. And the most horrible our six husbands had ever had. Let me tell you all the glorious details.
"All off," announced our driver, Mr. Melick. He's the father of my friend Marcie, who's 26 like me. Marcie's entire family was on this trip. Her mother, her 27-year-old sister-in-law Susie, and big brother Ray, 29. Of all the husbands, Ray had by far the biggest prick and balls.
"Each girl grab a boy's dick," instructed my mom who, along with my dad ,was on the bus. As, of course, was my brat husband Teddy and my 24-year-old little brother with the little dickie, Little Dickie.
Kathy's mom made the assignments, girl to boy. Kathy, also 26, was my other friend on this adventure, accompanied by her mom and dad, and sister-in-law Nancy, 24. Both their husbands
were among our victims, Charlie, 28 with the smallest dick in the group, and 25-year-old Justin, whose weiner wasn't much bigger than his brother-in-law's.
"Okay, everyone, let's go," Said Marcie's Aunt Jenny. She was the fourth mom of the group. She was aboard with her 23-year-old daughter Rachel and 26-year-old son-in-law, Kenny. Kenny, like the other husbands, was, of course, naked. His no longer so private privates were bigger than the little boy ones of Dickie, Justin, Teddy and Charlie, but nowhere near comparable with Ray's proper man-cock.
We marched off the bus. To my delight, I got to lead Ray by his dick, followed by the others. Marcie with Charlie, Kathy with Teddy, then Nancy and Kenny, followed by Rachel and Justin, with Susie and Dickie bringing up the rear.
We were outside a large house. Marcie's mom unlocked the door. We entered into a very large living room. Two huge sofas seating five people each and a smaller one for three lined two of the walls. Against another wall were nine hard wood chairs, each with a large diameter screw hole in the center of the seat. Each husband had his name taped to one of the chairs, leaving three unassigned chairs.
A coffee table was in front of each sofa. My attention was immediately caught by the array of goodies on the table and hanging on the walls. Not the snacking kind, but the smacking kind. Paddles, hairbrushes, straps, tawses, whips, several cat-of-nines, even a selection of canes and birches. I didn't even know that they still made canes, now that British schools aren't allowed to use them!

Also on the table were various containers of lubricants and ointments, and even lemon juice. As well as a collection of hand cuffs. I knew right then that this was going to be one fun weekend for us girls, and one hell of a weekend for the boys. And, boy, was I ever right!
"Okay, first things first," announced Mrs. Melick. "Let's get everyone settled into their rooms." Each set of parents had a double room each upstairs, which still left plenty of empty bedrooms. Despite this, us girls had a downstairs room to ourselves, with an adjacent bathroom. This room was set up with nine very comfortable cots, three more than we needed.
Our husbands also had their own room, next to our's, with the hallway door removed. Unlike us, they only had nine thin mattresses on the floor, each covered by a bottom sheet, but without top sheets or blankets. Their large doorless bathroom was off the hall; this had three sinks, three toilets, and three shower stalls with clear see through curtains. They certainly weren't going to have any privacy this weekend!
Once we were all settled in, we gathered back in the living room. Our husbands on their hard chairs, the rest of us on the nice soft sofas.
"Each of you girls is in charge of whatever boy you brought in from the bus," started my mom. Boy was I happy to hear that! "You are responsible to make sure that at all times your boy follows the house rules."
"What are those?" asked Susie.
"First," Marcie's mom took over, "except when in bed, each boy is to have a boner at all times, unless one of us mothers say otherwise."
"And except for five minutes after cumming," my mom modified.
"Which brings us to rule two," continued Mrs. Melick. "You control when the boys can cum, any cumming without permission, or not cumming when ordered by you, means punishment for that boy."
"Now for rule three," said Kathy's mom, "the boys are to have red bottoms at all times from fifteen minutes after getting up in the morning till they get in bed at night."
"How they get that way," said my ever helpful mother, "is up to you. But red means red, not white, not pink, not polka dot." We all laughed at that.
"What about purple?" asked Rachel.
"And black and blue?" asked Kathy. "Mom was always threatening to turn Justin's butt black and blue."
"Well," her mother answered for the parents, "don't on purpose try for any of those colors, but if they happen, they happen."
I noticed that all the husbands were squirming on their hard chairs.
"I would suggest," said Marcie's mom, "that as much as possible you girls work as a team in enforcing the rules."
"Which," said my mom, "it's time to start doing, beginning with the red bottoms."
With that, we wives set to work in our roles as enforcers of the rules. We each had our boy get over our laps. I used a nice hairbrush on Ray, as did Susie on Dickie.

Marcie elected to paddle Charlie; Rachel also used a paddle on Justin's bare behind.

Kathy with Teddy decided on a cat-o- nines...

...and Nancy picked the tawse for Kenny's tender bottom.

As you can imagine, Dear Diary, it didn't take long for the room to be filled with the sound of crying, howling and wailing from our group of little and not-so-little boys. We all six kept up our spankings until each husband's behind was a brilliantly bright red. Once let up, they comically danced and hopped all over the place, dicks and balls flopping every which way.

"No rubbing that hiney!" Susie hollered at her brat, our Little Dickie, whose little dickie and sack at the moment was giving quite an animated show.

"And, get those dicks hard!" Ray's wife added for good measure.
Quickly, the rest of us gave our boys similar orders, and immediately our well-spanked slaves started pumping away. Then, the doorbell rang.
"Betty," asked my mom, "will you be a dear and get that please? It should be our special guests."
"Sure, mom, no problem," I answered, curious to see who these "special" guests were...

Betty's Diary 2.4 Slave 69

Once the brats had calmed down a little, 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 let them know, "you are to lay on the floor and suck on each other's dicks!"
Quickly I glanced at mom, expecting her to prohibit my order.
But, she didn't, she supported me. As soon as my husband and brother started their inevitable protesting, she intervened. "You heard her, so get going."
"Now!" I commanded.
Fortunately for me, mom took charge. I had no experience in how two boys perform a "sixty-nine" as Marcie calls it. But, apparently mom did. She had the brats lay down facing each other with their heads in opposite directions. "Get those mouths on those dicks," she commanded.
Reluctantly, the brats did so. Teddy had to bend somewhat so that Dickie could do it. "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 your sister doesn't want to hear 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, "your sister tells 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 husband and brother, my naked brat cock sucking slave husband and brother, making a spectacle of themselves, giving mom, dad and me the greatest show I've ever seen.

It was great for me, but not the brats. Teddy came three times, and Little 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!

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 spunk-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 when 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.
"And" announced mom, "we still expect you to swallow every drop that comes out of those dicks. Any mess on your faces or on my floor will be severely punished.
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 my brat slaves naked, boners and all.
After Dickie's spanking we had the boys back in the 69 and soon it was Dickie's turn to cum. Dickie gave Teddy two hard spanks on his already rosy bottom. My husband also couldn't quite manage my brother's load and so Dickie squirted all over his lips, nose and glasses. That earned Teddy double spankings again, but soon both boys were becoming adept at 'cum catching'.
All throughout this, mom was busily taking digital pictures, "for my collection." After two hours, she whispered to me that perhaps we should let the boys stop, that their dicks were probably pretty sore by now. I had wanted them to continue another hour till bed time, but didn't want to risk mom taking away some of the power and control she had given me over them.
"Okay, slaves," I told them, "you can stop now and come stand next to me."
Mom was right, their dicks were almost as red as their bottoms. I knew they had to be hurting, front side and backside both.
"Now," I instructed them, "you are to stay naked until right before time to leave for work tomorrow."
"Yes, ma'am," they both half mumbled in reply.
Deciding to show mom that I could be sensible about my slaves, I added, "and you don't have to have boners the rest of the evening, unless you show me or mom more disrespect."
"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am," responded Teddy. I could tell that this was just tearing him up inside, to have to take orders from his wife.
"Thank you, ma'am," chimed in my Little Dickie.
"And, here's a little reminder not to give us any trouble," I said as I gave each of their balls a very hard squeeze. Immediately they screamed loudly and want down to the floor, writhing about in the new agony I'd just caused them. Now, they had aching balls to go along with their aching dicks and bottoms. A matched set, so to speak.
At bedtime Teddy was dispatched to the sofa in the rumpus room, as after the evening's exertions I was in serious need of a date with my vibrating rubber friend, if you know what I mean!
On Friday morning, the boys came to breakfast naked and red faced.
"Glad to see you're obeying so well," I told them, "it means you don't have to have boners this morning."
"Thank you, ma'am" Teddy replied, quickly followed by Dickie.
"I sure do like you dressed like this," I gigglingly teased them.
They blushed even more, but didn't say anything.
All too soon they had to get dressed for work, too bad we can't get away with making them go there naked. But, I decided I would have them that way right after they got home.
While the boys were at work, mom told us about a "retreat" that she and some of my friends' mothers had planned for the weekend. Us, Kathy and Marcie and their families, and Marcie's Aunt Jenny's family. Mom didn't go into details, but it was clear that there was going to be a lot of naked men around for us ladies to "train" on. I can hardly wait!
Mom and I spent most of the rest of the day packing and getting ready for the trip. I settled on a smart blouse and knee length polka dot skirt, plus white court shoes, pearl necklace and bracelets and the gold watch Marcie had bought me for me birthday. Mom went for a similar ensemble and we looked like a pair of real 1950s housewives when we'd finished!
Once the brats were home I immediately ordered they get naked, then mom said, "perfect, once they put their shoes and socks back on, they'll be all ready for a little family trip we're making this weekend."
That's the doorbell ringing, Dear Diary, I've got to run. I'll tell you all about it when I get back Sunday night!

Betty's Diary 2.3: Dicks hard at dinnertime

Before I had finished snapping the belt on the couch, my husband and brother each had hold of the other's dick, rubbing away for all they were worth. In no time at all, I was awarded with two boners pointing toward the sky. Boy, I just love the changes around here since my birthday party last weekend. Who would had thought that being 26 would be so much fun?

Dear Diary, it was a real hoot at dinner watching the brats trying to at the same time eat and keep each other hard. So that the rest of us could keep a check on whether the boys kept their boners, mom had Dickie sitting on a high stool and Teddy kneeling upright on his chair
The two brats were doing so well at keeping each other hard that what I knew would happen did happen. Dickie caused Teddy to cum. All over both their dinners, much more on Teddy's than the Dumb-Dumb's. It was a wonderful thing to see, Teddy's thing shooting white stuff all over the place.

During all this, Teddy somehow managed to keep rubbing Little Dickie's little dickie. I guess my older brother didn't want to risk a repeat of last Sunday, when the first time Dickie made him cum, he let go of the little brat's dick. Which had very quickly gone soft. So in addition to a spanking for cumming, Teddy had gotten one for letting Dickie lose his hard on. So this time the Dumb-Dumb not only stayed hard, he ended up cumming too, adding even more flavoring to both their plates!
"You can stop rubbing," I told both brats once it was obvious they were done cumming. Another rule was that after a cum, the slave was allowed five minutes before he had to be hard again.
"For cumming, you're each getting a spanking after dinner," I informed my very red faced slaves. "And for making each other cum, you're each getting a second spanking."
"Please, no," begged Teddy.
"Yes, please, don't" pleaded a now softly crying Dickie."
"Yes, please, I will," I told them, "and since neither of you bothered to let us know you were cumming, your spankings for that are doubled." That was another rule, when a boy came he had to shout out "I'm cumming." If he didn't, his spanking was twice as long.
"No, no," protested Teddy.
"Yeah, no," echoed the Dumb-Dumb.
"Yes," said mom. "And I expect you two to eat everything on your plates, no arguing, no hesitating."
It was hilarious, Dear Diary, seeing the faces those two made as they ate their cum splattered food. You could tell that they didn't like it one bit. Well, that was just too bad, "waste not, want not," as mom reminded them.
"Oh, boys," I reminded them in the middle of all this, "time's up, so get those dicks back up!" Which they, having no choice in the matter, promptly did.
Unfortunately for me, but fortunately for them, my two naked brat slaves managed to get through the rest of dinner and the cleaning up afterwards without cumming again, or going soft. I knew I would soon be changing that.
After they had finished putting away the dinner dishes, the boys came into the living room for their spankings. Once more they protested, once again to no avail.
"I'm tired of hearing you two arguing with me," I calmly told them. "So, after your spankings I have a special punishment for you two, a punishment that I guarantee will have you keeping your mouths shut the rest of the evening."
"What is it?" asked Little Dickie, surprising me by being brave enough to be the first to say something, instead of waiting for Teddy.
"You'll find out soon enough," I answered him. Actually, it was a punishment mom threatened last Sunday, but didn't impose. I was anxious to see if she would let me get away with using it.
"A surprise, I like that," said Mom, smiling at me.
"Now, slaves," I announced, "it's spanking time. Teddy, get over here, now!"
Quickly, I had Teddy positioned over my knees. Just for the heck of it, I trapped his dick between my thighs. A very blushing Teddy complained about this, to no avail.

"Your wife can position you anyway she wants," mom informed my husband.
"Now, slave," I told him, "the normal number of spanks for cumming is your age. But, because you didn't announce you were cumming, that's doubled to 54!"
Which I promptly began delivering. But after only four smacks to my husband's bare bottom, mom interrupted me.
"Here, dear," she said, handing me a wooden hairbrush, "save your hand, use this."

Which I immediately did. Boy, oh boy, Dear Diary, you should see the difference that a brush instead of a hand makes on a boy's naked fanny. I could see it, and Teddy could certainly feel it. His screaming, crying, squirming and kicking were all much more furious than from any of his hand spankings.

After the final spank, my husband had a very red behind indeed. He was madly hopping about the room, vigorously rubbing his bottom, his privates bouncing all over the place, tears running down his face, still loudly crying. Ha, some man he is!
Then it was the Little Dickie's turn. I used the brush for all 48 of his spanks, getting the same results as with Teddy.

"Well," I said, "that's your punishment for cumming. Now for your spankings for making each other cum."

The brats didn't like it one bit, but I very much did.

After an additional dose of 54 with the brush for Teddy and 48 for Dickie, my naked slaves were giving a repeat performance of their dancing routine of a few moments before. I loved every minute of my little show!
Once the brats had calmed down a little, 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 let them know, "you are to lay on the floor and suck on each other's dicks!"

Betty's Diary 1.4 Spanked for shooting

The spanking rules were simple. Each girl was to give each boy the same number of hand spanks as his age. The spanking were to be over our knees. So, in no time at all, Teddy was over Marcie's lap, getting 27 hard slaps to his still red bare bottom.

She finished and handed him off to Susie...

When Susie finished her very punishing smacks of Teddy, he went over to Kathy...

At the same time, Dickie now went over his fiancee's lap to receive his first set of 24 spanks. And so it went, in assembly line fashion, each boy passing from girl to girl...

I deliberately was last. By the time they got to me, each brat was crying and begging for mercy. Which I, of course, ignored. I don't usually like reruns, but I certainly enjoyed causing a rerun of the boys' howling dancing...

And I absolutely adored the rerun of Teddy's second trip across our laps. Boy, talk about a red bottom, his was absolutely on fire!

After the spankings, mom made an announcement. "I've decided that each girl can only make you cum once. But your punishment isn't over until all five have."
The brats, of course protested at this. Causing mom to threaten an even more nasty punishment.
"You will be quiet this instant," she hollered at them, "unless after this punishment is over you want to spend the rest of the evening lying on the living room floor sucking on each others' cocks. At least you won't be yapping with your traps stuffed. And the same rules about not cumming will apply."
"You heard your mother," yelled dad, doing his belt snapping act.
To my dismay, both brats, even the dumb-dumb, were smart enough to not say another word. I would had loved to see that little show! Well, maybe another time.
All this took us hours to finish,including a break for dinner. During dinner, mom made the brats keep hard. They also had to do the dishes without losing their boners or cumming. I don't know how they managed that, but they did!
All together, we got to spank Teddy fifteen times. We spanked Dickie thirteen times, unlucky for him, lucky for us. We each made the boys cum once apiece, good for five spankings each.

And apparently, while boys may love to jack off and shoot the first time, they really begin to suffer if you make them do it over and over again.

Both Teddy and Dickie had tears in their eyes from more than just the spankings while we mashed their cocks after their second cums.

And just when it looked like Dickie was cumming in Nancy's hand for his fourth, he didn't produce any spunk.

"That's called a dry orgasm Dickie," said dad.
"Dry cum," corrected Mom, " it's where your balls have run out of spunk but your body still responds to the stimulation. You will still shake and moan uncontrollably, and that's how we'll know you're cumming."
"I'm not surprised these two have run out spunk already. Their balls are so small," laughed Susie as she brought my husband to his own painful-looking dry cum.

Teddy made Dickie cum three times, and Dickie caused Teddy two cums. These cums earned each brat five more spankings.

Dickie's last three spankings were for the times he let Teddy get soft. Teddy had Dickie go soft on him a total of five times. Most of these cums and softenings happened after they started dry cumming, when their bottoms were already extremely sore. Apparently, little dickies that don't shoot are harder to keep from cumming, and harder to keep hard!
Afterwards, mom decided that the boys had to stay naked, but not hard, till the last girl left tomorrow. But that's enough for now, Dear Diary, the others are calling me to come over to the computer. They want me to have a look at the pictures of the brats mom let us take with dad's digital camera. With those pictures in our possession, Teddy and Dickie will have no choice but to be our slaves, our naked slaves, whenever we want.
But, as mom said, "what better way for a man to show a lady respect than by being her naked slave?"
Like I said, Dear Diary, I'm going to have to find that Fem site of mom's. And, like I said, it was my greatest birthday party ever! Over and out, for now.

Game set and spank!

What is it about tennis players that makes them so spankable? Is the arrogance that is required in such an individual sport? Their firm athletic bottoms? The fact that these are so easily accessed by pulling up short skirts or pulling down tight shorts? The undercurrent of simmering middle class sexual tension that pervades the game? Whatever it is, male and female tennis players are ripe for spanking, and with Wimbledon, that most evocative of tennis tournaments, starting soon I thought I'd serve up some of the best tennis spanking art

Whether it's a stroppy starlet getting spurred on through her matches by her coach's cane:

 

A suburban housewife's trainer spanking her buns redder than the strawberries at Wimbledon (with cream to come later ;)

Tensions boiling over between two bratty ladies:

 

or the ladies half of a doubles partnership receving an 'aid to perfomance' from their male partners:

Of course, these strong athletic ladies with powerful forearms also make terrific spankers:

This great pic by Sardax shows what happens at Wimbledon when a lady's partner misses too many balls. Or is it a line judge who's missed too many calls?

I love the idea of worshipping between a woman's thighs just after she's come off court...

...and these drawings by Namio perfectly picture the allure of powerful ladies in skimpy tennis attire, glistening with sweat, grinding their ripe pussies and asses into male mouths:

 

 

Perhaps my favorite tennis femdom piece is this drawing by Sardax, showing the ball boys at Wimbledon  used as slaves by the female participants, bathing their sweaty feet with their mouths and tongues. No doubt they feel the power of the ladies' forearms if they slack off!

And with tennis being the most middle class of sports, all those simmering homoerotic tendencies are bound to come to the surface sooner or later...