Spanked and wanked

It had been quite a while since I'd been spanked and my bottom was just aching for some punishment, so I arranged to meet with the experienced Guy Roper at his house. I dressed in my office attire of shiny shoes, argyle socks held up with sock garters, trousers, briefs, shirt, tie, sleeveless sweater, glasses and dressy strap watch.

Straight away the Roper had me remove my shoes and sweater so I looked quite the boyish intern as I went over his lap for a warmup slippering across the seat of my trousers.

It was a hot day and soon I was also relieved of my other attire apart from my glasses, watch and socks as I went almost-nude across his knee as he used his hand on my bare bottom. I sure felt like a naughty little sub in that outfit!

As usual I got hard during the spanking and Roper decided to have some fun, ordering me to sit my pink bottom on his knee while he played with my erection. It was certainly a thrill!

We then entered a delerious cycle of spanking, slippering and wanking where he would bring me to the brink of cumming and then put me back across his knee.

After a while he started using a belt as well. It was a thinner, whippier belt than I've had used on me before and it certainly got into all those hard to reach places!

It didn't leave welts but it really was a 'blistering' spanking as my bottom was sore for days after and I struggled to sit in my seat at work.

After bringing me to the brink several times only to interrupt and continue whipping my butt the Roper ordered me to sit on his lap and wank myself until I shot white spunk all over my chest, bringing our session to the close.

The Roper said afterwards he wasn't entirely satisfied with my submissive attitude, and so he'd use the cane on me next time. He also said he'd probably have me on my knees and sucking his dick afterwards...

Can't wait!

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!

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Betty's Diary 3.3 Kenny cums aboard

Just after twenty minutes, we pulled up to a house.
"My Aunt Jenny lives here," said Marcie. "With my cousin Rachel, who's 23, and her pest of a husband Kenny."
"Kenneth's 26," said Marcie's mom. "And Jenny thinks he's that a strong dose of our training is needed."
"You mean, taking him into hand the hard way," joked mom. "Or is that taking his hard on into hand?"
We all laughed out loud at that. We were still laughing when Marcie's aunt and uncle, and her daughter and son-in-law, came out the front door. The young couple looked very much the goth/emo types, with Rachel sporting piercings and a whole range of dark clothing. Kenny also had shiny black hair and piercings, though he was naked apart from boots and white ankle socks, and a pair of briefs with comic book super hero characters on them. Kind of babyish, I thought, but than they did look somewhat too small for him.
"That's his punishment outfit," explained Marcie, "he has to wear them whenever Rachel spanks him."
"They're cute," I said, "but will have to come off once he's in here."
"They will, and before that," said a slightly annoyed sounding Mrs. Melick as she and my dad made their way to the front of the bus. "Just watch."
Looking out the window, I saw why the two were agitated and leaving the bus. Kenny was giving his wife and mother-in-law a very difficult time. Obviously, he had no intention of walking to the bus on his own, showing off his cute undies.
Quickly, my dad and Kenny's Aunt were on the scene. Dad gave Kenny a mighty whack on his bottom, eliciting an immediate yelp we even heard in the bus, his hands flying back to cover his behind. Just as immediately, dad grabbed his hands, holding them in place behind the now crying boy's back. And just as quickly, Mrs. Melick whisked his briefs down and off, tossing them far into the yard. Now, he had a bigger worry than showing off his little underpants, he was showing off everything that nature had given him!
Smacking Kenny's cute butt every step of the way, dad frog walked him onto the bus. Where he was greeted by the sight of five dressed wives standing next to five very naked husbands, naked just like him. Except, they had boners, and he didn't. But we knew that would be changing real fast.
Kenny's private parts were bigger than Teddy's but nowhere near as large as Ray's. He was circumcised, like Ray and my brothers.
"Girls, this is my sister Jennifer and her husband," Marcie's mom introduced the new arrivals. "And this is her daughter, my niece, Rachel." Little Rachel couldn't help but gawk and giggle at all the naked boys.
"And here we have her son-in-law, my nephew Kenneth," she continued. "Girls, why don't you welcome Kenny with a proper hand shaking."
Grinning, knowing what Marcie's mom had in mind, I reached out and grabbed Kenny's prick, giving it a good shaking up and down.
"Hi, Kenny, I'm Betty," I introduced myself to the red faced brat.
"Stop that!" he shouted, new tears welling in his eyes.
"No, you stop it," roared his aunt, giving his bare behind two hard smacks of her own. "From now on you do not disobey any female, ever," she added, smacking his already sore bottom again. "Do you understand me, young man?" Another spank.
"Yes, Aunt Beth," the now openly crying brat replied.
"Good," chimed in his mother, "From now on, I expect you to show proper respect for females at all times. I don't care if they're 23 like Rachel or 73 like Grandma. Do you get me?"
"Yes," mumbled the still crying Kenny.
"Yes, what," roared Mrs. Melick, giving his balls a hard squeeze, causing Kenny to moan and bend over double. "Answer me," demanded his tormenter.
"Yes, ma'am" responded the suddenly not-so-big 26-year-old.
"Straighten up this instant," ordered his mom. Which, somewhat surprisingly to me, he did, still moaning and crying.
"That's better," said his aunt, Marcie's mom. "Betty, would you please shake again?" she asked me.
"Gladly," I answered, repeating my introduction, to Kenny's complete horror.
Which only grew, along with his dick, as each wife followed my example. To his extreme embarrassment, his own wife was last. She was very timid and tentative, needing coaching and help from her cousin Marcie. But we weren't worried, we knew by the end of the trip she would be a real trooper, almost as good as us older girls. We had Little Nancy well on the way after all. When Rachel finished with her greeting, she was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight. But her husband's dick certainly was standing up straight!
"Being naked in front of females is a way of showing them respect," Marcie told her male cousin.
"So is that boner you have," piped in Kathy.
"Which you just better keep the rest of this trip," I added my two cents. We wanted to quickly establish that us six wives were in charge of him and the other husbands, no questions asked, period.
"Make me," said the defiant little prick with a little prick.
"Gladly," said Marcie. "Mom, the hairbrush please."
"Here you are dear," said Mrs. Melick, handing her daughter the brush.

"I think a dose of my persuader here will persuade you," said Kenny's cousin, waving the brush about.

"Okay, okay, I get it," replied Kenny, furiously rubbing away on his dick.
"Oh, you'll get it alright," smirked Marcie, "but not right now, as you're so busy with other things. Or should I say with your thing?"
Kenny, of course, didn't say anything. A lapse that Marcie let pass, but only temporarily as it turned out.
"Everyone, please be seated," announced Mr. Melick, "we're off to the mountains."
So, once more, the bus began moving. A thirty foot long, twenty-five seat bus that now had four moms, one dad as the driver, three dads as a passenger, six wives, and six very naked, very hard husbands.
We ordered our husbands to keep each other hard.

We teamed Ray with Justin, Charlie with Dickie, and Teddy with Kenny. In the next half hour, all the husbands came once, painting their chests white.

I was losing count of how many spankings we owed them for cumming. But fortunately, Marcie's parents didn't. I felt the bus slowing down, and then stopping. "Okay, everyone," announced Mr. Melick, "rest stop and spanking stop, all off please."