When bulls spank cuckolds

This post is for Lisa, who commented on my manips of Bulls Spanking Cuckolds and lamented that there is so little work on the subject for her and her husband to enjoy.

As this kink overlaps two of my favorite things (cuckolding and M/M spanking) I have done several manips on the subject, but apart from my series on a headmaster spanking and cucking a former pupil, a black Santa taking charge at Christmastime, bullies learning to bull at school and continuing into adulthood, and in-laws taking liberties there isn't much else.

I did have a root through my artwork collection to see if there was anything to sate Lisa's thirst for M/M cuckold spanking, and there were a few.

So Lisa, did your kink start on your wedding day and honeymoon?

Perhaps you like to sissify your husband as well in order to emphasize your bull's dominance:

Even when you're not there!

You probably enjoyed Desod's comic where a black prisoner names his cellmate 'Pinky' because he likes to turn his backside pink with a belt before sissifying, fucking and cucking him. So what if your husband was wrongfully arrested and you got to watch the hunky cops beat a confession out of him, before they bent you both over for a side-by-side shafting!

  

Sadly that was all I could find that was explicitly M/M cuckold spanking, so from now on we'll have to use our imaginations. Does your husband know that you used to sleep with the professor who spanked him regularly in college?

Remember that time your husband got spanked at the beach by three hunky studs, whose Speedoes just couldn't contain their big, throbbing cocks that you made such good use of back at the hotel...

After this you just knew you had to get yourself a regular lover, so your husband spends many an evening 'enjoying lap time' before being sent to the corner while you have your fun...

 

Obviously you don't have much use for your husband in the bedroom anymore, so it really is cruel for your lover to tease his puny willy while he absolutely blisters his behind with your hairbrush,,,

When you attended your first swingers club, your husband probably expected to have to watch you get pleasured by multiple men, but he probably didn't think they'd spank him first!

 

And if you're really sore about the lack of M/M cuckold spanking porn, you could always send your lover and hubby off to make some. Who knows what they'll do to him - though I'm sure they'll save some for you!

Betty's Diary 4.2: The new couples

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of two naked men, younger than any of our husbands, hard dicks being held by two young women. Behind them stood two clothed men and two smiling ladies. I recognized the husband, wife and mother from our rest stop on the trip up, but had no idea who the others were.

"Hi, come on in" I almost stammered in my surprise.
"Hello everyone," said the mother from the rest area. "I'm Theresa Jordan, Terry to my friends, and this is my husband ," she introduced herself and one of the older men. "That's my son-in-law Brandon, who's 22." she continued, pointing to the husband from the rest stop. " That's my daughter, Taylor, holding Brandon's's little willy. She was right, Brandon's circumcised dick was tiny, the smallest of any in the room "She's 19, like her friend Lisa."
"And that's Lisa holding my son-in-law Ryan's little willy," said the other woman. "By the way, I'm Joan Shaffer. Lisa is my daughter and this is my husband. We're Terry's next door neighbors," she finally introduced herself. "Brandon and Ryan are best friends."
The Jordans certainly hadn't done anything to change my view of them as rednecks from the rest area, and if anything the two Shaffer women were even bigger and more sluttishly dressed! Ryan was just as scrawny as Brandon and both looked tiny next to their hulking, tatooed fathers-in-law.
I noticed that both young wives were big eyed. They couldn't stop staring at all the naked husbands, dicks stiff as a board.
"How old is Ryan?" asked Nancy.
"He's 21," responded Mrs. Shaffer. Unlike Brandon, Ryan was uncut. His dick and balls were bigger than best buddy Brandon's, but not quite as big as our Little Dickie's. Given the size of Lisa and Taylor, I'd be surprised if they could feel anything at all bouncing up and down on those two press-studs!
"I think," said Mrs. Melick, "that it's time for the new girls to redden the behinds of the new boys."
"And," said Kathy's mom, "the rest of you girls can demonstrate on your boys."
So that's what we did, giving a repeat lesson on our boys' already red bottoms. I used a hefty tawse on Ray's toned butt and the stinging split tails sure got a response out of our most well-trained slave brat.

Susie used a vicious strap on my brother and Kathy reminded my husband why he hates the hairbrush so very very much.

Rachel also used a brush on Justin and Marcie preferred a strap for Charlie, while Jenny picked a paddle for Kenny.

Lisa and Taylor caught on quick, starting off with hand smacks before moving on to paddles, and before long they had their husbands screaming and crying just as loudly as our six, with bare bottoms just as red.

 

Once again, our husbands were howling and giving their entertaining fire-in-the-behind dance. Only this time, we had eight sets of dicks and balls flopping about, instead of six. Needless to say, the noise was music to the ears of all us wives. But, after awhile, it did get bothersome.

"Perhaps," said my mom, "you can quiet them down some by stuffing their mouths. Betty knows a perfect way, don't you honey?"
"I sure do," I enthusiastically replied, remembering the scene in our living noon the other night when I made my brat husband and brother sixty-nine each other. "They can suck on each other's dicks!"

Betty's Diary 3.4 Spankathon

Marcie's dad had pulled into a roadside rest area, directly in front of some picnic tables. To the side were restrooms. Bushes partially obstructed the view from the two-lane highway. The bus completely obstructed anyone travelling by on the road from seeing the tables. And, fortunately for our embarrassed and still hard husbands, no one else was about. But then, the highway itself wasn't very busy at the moment.
It was hilarious, Dear Diary. The parents made our husbands go to the restroom, in their teams of two, still rubbing away all the way there and back. When one team returned to the tables, the next team ventured out. The first team of Ray and Justin managed their round trip without a car passing by. Unfortunately for Teddy and Kenny, a car on the far side sped by as they were returning, just as they reached a gap in the bushes. As fast as the car was going, and being on the other side, I don't think the occupants really saw anything, but from their red faces, mine and Rachel's husbands sure did think so!
Charlie and Dickie were our unlucky duo. Just as they left the men's room, a car pulled up in front of the building. Two women - a mother, and a daughter who looked about 19-20 - and one young man who looked about 21, were inside.To their credit, and our delight, our two lads, heads down, wanking each other, marched back to the tables.
By now, Marcie's parents had worked out the spankings. Which they promptly announced. Our five original brats had each come twice, so that would be two spankings each from Mr. Melick for cumming on his bus, and a total of three each
from the "Wives Brigade", as Kathy now dubbed us, one for each cum and one for the time they made their partner cum.
Kenny was the lucky one in all this, having only come once, when my husband had been jerking him off. So the little prick was getting off easy, one spanking from Mr. Melick and two from the Brigade. But Marcie, supported by her mom, had
other ideas. She added another from his uncle-in-law for his "disrespect" when he first boarded the bus.
"No way, it's not fair!" the crying Kenny loudly protested to his wife, cousin, mom, aunt, us and the whole world.
"Well, that's too bad," replied Marcie, "and you just earned one more from your wife for protesting. Care for some more, little boy?"
"No, Marcie, ma'am," mumbled her sobbing cousin.
The parents organized everything. As between them, our husbands had 18 spankings due from us girls, we were each assigned three to give. The parents tried to make it so that us young wives got a go with boys we hadn't spanked before, so I had Kenny, Charlie and Justin. I sure was disappointed not to get a go on Ray's firm behind!

Marcie's dad would give each husband one spanking with his belt, splitting the others they had coming between the other adults, two apiece. Each spanking would be hand smacks equal to the husband's age.
So very soon, we had a spanking marathon going on full swing, a real "spankathon." Oh my, Dear Diary, the screaming, shouting, howling, wailing and just plain crying was unbelievable, especially when Mr Melick's thick leather belt was cracking down on their bare behinds! I was almost sorry I hadn't brought my ear plugs, but on the other hand, that racket our husbands were making was music to my ears.

Our red bottomed troupe put on a wonderful dance performance, doing a much better "Full Monty" than the guys in that movie. I just loved all those dicks and balls bouncing all over the place! Our crew even out danced those Chippendale dudes!
A little after thirty minutes, our "rest" stop was over. As I was getting on the bus, I spotted the family that Charlie and Dickie had encountered at the restrooms. I had been so engrossed with our naked bus boys that I hadn't noticed that this family had stayed around for our entire show.
I know I shouldn't say it, but they kind of looked like rednecks. The mom and daughter were both BIG with huge tits and asses, which they proudly showed off in low-cut tops, cut-off denim shorts and high heels. The guy was a real skinny little runt in comparison.
"Now, that's what we should do to your husband when he pulls his shenanigans," I overheard the mother tell her daughter.
"No momma, no," stammered the skinny guy.
The moms in our group went over to talk to the other mom. Mrs. Melick wrote something on a piece of paper, handing it the lady. Her son was still whimpering. Jeez, what a baby! No one had touched him, he had all his clothes on, he wasn't hurting, but he was complaining.
The family headed toward their car, our moms boarded the bus. From my window, I could see the guy's wife and mother starting to strip him. At least now, he'd have something to cry about!

And then we were off to the retreat, the wonderful retreat. The four mommies suggested that we let our husbands rest their dicks the remainder of the way, so they would be fully ready for all the surprises awaiting them. But the telling of that will have to wait till next time, Dear Diary...

Betty's Diary 1.1 My Greatest Birthday Ever!

A big fantasy of mine has always been to be part of a femdom family, where all the males are dominated by their strict wives, mothers, sisters, aunties, grandmas and female in-laws (and their friends!) A lot of this was shaped long ago by Betty's Diary, a story by Nialos Leaning that also first tickled my interest in guy-on-guy action. The story really struck a chord with me (I was the same age as the original Teddy when I first came across it) and it filled my dreams and fantasies for months after. But years later when I'm all grownup it seems highly inappropriate, so I've rewritten it to be about a bunch of dorky middle-class husbands getting well and truly dominated by their wives and mothers-in-law.
I'll post it all over the next few weeks, along with as many relevant toons as I can find to illustrate it. I've stuck as closely to the original spanking and femdom fest as is feasible, though I've also snuck in some new bits to satisfy my love of cuckolding and dominant daddy-types.
And as this is starting on Friday 13th, hopefully a few wives and matriarchs will be inspired to start such a regime for their 'unlucky' husbands and in-laws!

Dear Dairy,
Betty here again. Today I turned 26 and can't wait to tell you about my birthday party. It was the best one ever!
Of course, I invited Kathy and Marcie, my absolute best friends (and in Marcie's case my future sister-in-law!). I also asked Kathy's and Marcie's sister-in-laws Nancy and Susie.
I protested, and they protested, but mom insisted that Teddy and Dickie be at the party.
"They are your husband and your brother, and they will be there," she told me when I tried arguing that I wanted a girly time.
The brats also argued. Teddy, who turned 27 four months ago, claimed that as I hadn't gone to his birthday party with his dorky friends he shouldn't have to go to mine. Mom wasn't buying it, however, and he backed off when she started calling him "Theodore." When she does that, using our real first names, Theodore, Elizabeth, Richard, you know that there's real trouble ahead. A brat Teddy may be, a dummy he is not - even if he is her son-in-law not her son!
After Teddy, Dickie had his go at mom. He should had known better, he didn't change her mind either. Maybe when he gets married, he'll get smarter. I sure hope so, it'll be so embarrassing if he continues to be such a dumb-dumb around Marcie. Anyway, he whined that hanging around with a "bunch of stupid women" would be boring and no fun.
"Discussion closed," declared mom, "the boys will be there, and that's that."
And so it was. Me, six of my girlfriends, and my husband and brother all together at my party. Almost from the beginning, Teddy and Dickie were horrid. Teasing my friends, being as rude as they could get away with. Mom, and even Dad, warned them more than once to "cease and desist," as dad put it.
But, no, they just couldn't listen. Mom always accused us of "letting it in one ear and out the other." My husband and brother were sure trying their hardest to prove her right! When it came time to open my presents, the bratty duo became even worse. When I opened a gorgeous gold wristwatch from Marcie, Teddy said, "ugh, stupid jewellry."
That Dumb-Dumb Dickie - himself the kind of wannabe skaterboy who likes to wear chains on his neck, wrists and waist to supposedly make himself look more manly - could only think to say, "yeah, a stupid watch for a stupid woman." This made me mad, as the watch was just what I wanted, and wasn't exactly cheap. I lost it, and started hollering at Dickie and Teddy both. Soon, I was crying, I was so upset at those two. Teddy knows I have a thing for watches yet he never compliments me on them or buys them for me as presents. This, and his own attitude to wristwatches, are just some of the things wrong with my husband. I like a man in a chunky metal wristwatch like my daddy wears, and I have been trying to steer Teddy in this direction, but he insists on wearing slender gold watches with dressy leather straps, which do nothing for me and look like ladies watches anyway!
"Enough, already!" shouted mom. "Theodore, Richard, this is your very last warning, you two just better start behaving yourselves and showing these ladies some respect for a change. No, make that a lot of respect. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, mom," they both said at the same time.
"Good," continued mom, "and you, Richard, I don't want to hear anymore about women being stupid. Am I stupid to you?"
"No mom," answered Dickie, "but you're my mom."
"And like these ladies," mom told Dickie, "I'm a female. When you call them, or any other female stupid, that's the same as calling me stupid. No more, do you hear me young man?"
"Yes, mom," Dickie mumbled in reply.
Well, that made things better for a little while. But then I started opening the presents with clothes. My idiot brat brother and husband just couldn't resist.
"Ugh, clothes," said Teddy, "who would want to get that as a present on their birthday?"
"Yeah," chimed in Dickie, "who but a stupid woman?"
"That's it you two," mom practically roared. "That's it with the disrespect."
"Sorry, mom," they both said, both barely audible.
"Glad to hear it," said mom, "but it's too late. Since you seem not to like clothes so much, I know exactly how you can start showing Betty and her guests some respect. You will give her the honor of appearing at the rest of her birthday party in your birthday suits. Now!"
"No way!" they shouted.
"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'd never spanked in our house. But boy, oh boy, Teddy and Dickie were about to find out that wasn't any longer true, for them anyway. But, Dear Dairy, I'm getting ahead of myself...
Quickly, the brats began stripping down, to our giggles. They weren't about to defy dad. Teddy may technically be a man, but he's no match for dad, who's very big and strong. I used to brag to all my friends about how big and strong my daddy was. And of course, between Dad and Dickie, there's no contest at all. Nor against Dickie and Mom, who's no slouch herself. I think even Teddy would still have trouble with her!
To be honest it was a relief watching Teddy take off his dorky tank top, shirt, tie and cords. Why can't he dress like a real man?
Soon, the moment of truth had arrived. My husband and brother were down to just their briefs. All seven of us ladies were holding our breaths, 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 brats' 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 their faces were.
"Well, well," taunted Kathy, "looks like little Dickie has a little dickie." We all seven giggled at this. I quickly glanced at mom, sure she would say something. But she didn't, she simply smiled.
"And I thought," said Marcie, obviously stung by the criticism of her fiance, "that Teddy was a big strong man. My brother Ray's much bigger down there than that." This, of course, caused more giggling on our part. I did wonder how Marcie knew what Ray, who's 29, looked like, but didn't ask. Teddy's penis was definitely bigger than Dickie, who most definitely was little. Oh, excuse me, I mean his dick, mom said that as long as the boys were naked, we were to use the "dirty" words for their privates. So, I guess I should also be saying "balls" instead of scrotum. And to think, mom always threatened to wash our mouths out with soap if we used such words!
I do know one thing, however. From the 'encounters' I've had with other men, my husband is no real man yet, even if he thinks he is. He's not even close, he needs lots more hair, and he better hope his prick and balls do a whole lot more growing (not much chance of that now I guess!). His dick does nothing to hide his sack, which hung down for us all to see. 

This is where I level with you dear diary. Teddy and I married straight out of college, and he sure talked a good future, claiming he would earn loads of money and take care of me. And now five years later we're still living with my parents until we can afford a house of my own. Believe me, as I stared at my husband's pale, scrawny office-boy physique, naked apart from that stupid watch and his geeky glasses, showing everyone that shrimp dick that had given me so little pleasure over the years, I was eager for him to suffer.
"Teddy, get over here," dad commanded my husband. "You need a taste of this belt."

Which he promptly got...

Submissive men in wristwatches get cuckolded and fucked

I have such a thing for guys in wristwatches, and have already started explaining the fantasy world I've built up around them. But it's not just the Daddys who have their own watches. At the other end of the scale are us scrawny beta males whose dainty, feminine wrists would go all floppy with the weight of a big metal Daddy watch, so we wear the the less masculine timepieces with thin leather straps and (usually) slender golden frames. Or as I call them, Bitch watches.

Us Bitch watch-wearing beta males got bullied at school and get beaten at home...

We spend our days in stuffy offices fantasizing about doing things to our wives that better men are no doubt already doing while we work:

We pay our taxes on time but still law enforcement know they can take liberties with our loved ones...

 

We get cuckolded by our wives and humiliated by their friends:

And of course if bigger guys ever get the chance then we get well and truly buggered!

A man in this kind of watch just screams 'spank me/fuck me/cuck me'! It's hard to tell whether these watches are for men or for women - that's if a sissy's wife or bull doesn't make him wear an actual ladies' watch to really hammer home his cuckability.

I often fantasize about a kinky party where the men are ordered according to the watch they wear. It can work for all my kinks: maybe the Daddy-watch wearers get to spank the Bitch-watch wearers’ wives, maybe the Bitches have to watch while the Daddys fuck their wives, maybe the Daddys get to spank and fuck the Bitches!

Though as these comics by Oliver Frey (aka Zach) show, metal watches can be just as sexy when they're worn by guys on the receiving end of spankings and fuckings. I guess they still accentuate their nakedness and vulnerability, just like they do with the ladies.

A stud in a watch is still a stud in a watch after all! This is especially true when a hot young buck wants to get all dressed up in sharp suits and flash watches to act like he's a real man now, only for an experienced Daddy-type to bring him down to earth, with his watch reminding him how wrong he was when he thought he wouldn't be on the receiving end!

 

And when two twinks or other submissive types get together, I guess it doesn't matter if they're both wearing Bitch watches:

I know I haven't mentioned digital watches, and that's because they're an abomination! Seriously ladies, if your man wears a digital watch you should cuckold him on principle!