Betty's Diary 4: My Most Wonderful Retreat
(minors, nasty, mast, oral, anal, spank, bondage,nc, femdom,
FFFFFFMMMggggggggg/mmmmbbbbb)
by Nialos Leaning

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  AUTHOR'S WARNING! AUTHOR'S WARNING! AUTHOR'S WARNING!

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It depicts preteen
and young teen boys being repeatedly spanked, humiliated and
otherwise abused by a group of preteen girls and by several
of their parents.

THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT DEPICTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY
BY AND BETWEEN MINORS, ENTIRELY FORCED AND NON-CONSENSUAL ON
THE BOYS' PART.

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condones nor personally engages in any such behavior."

"This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality.
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Please do understand that some of us, including the author,
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Betty's Diary: My Most Wonderful Retreat
by Nialos Leaning

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
boys.  Our four moms, backed up by the two dads, insisted
that we six girls give the boys' dicks a rest.  So we did,
but that didn't keep us from staring, the sight of six naked
boys 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 girls had ever had.  And the most
horrible the six boys 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 twelve like me.  Marcie's entire
family was on this trip.  Her mother, her eight-year-old
sister Susie, and big brother Ray, fifteen.  Of all the
boys, Ray, who was also the oldest of the bunch, 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, were my brat
brothers, the no longer so big thirteen-year-old Teddy and
our ten-year-old with the hairless little dickie, Little
Dickie.

Kathy's mom made the assignments, girl to boy.  Kathy, also
twelve, was my other friend on this adventure, accompanied
by her mom and younger sister Nancy, ten.  Both her brothers
were among our boy victims, Charlie, fourteen and still
hairless, and eleven-year-old Justin, also hairless, and
like Dickie, a dry cummer.  Charlie, despite his age, only
leaked a few clear drops whenever he came.  Ray and Teddy,
both with hair, were our only two real shooters.

"Okay, everyone, let's go," Said Marcie's Aunt Jenny.  She
was the fourth mom of the group.  She was aboard with her
nine-year daughter Rachel and twelve-year-old son, Kenny.
Kenny, like the other boys, was, of course, naked.  In many
ways, Kenny was the most interesting of the boys.  His no
longer so private privates were bigger than the little boy
ones of Dickie and Justin, but not as big as Teddy's and
Charlie's.  Kenny also had hair down there, not anywhere as
much as Teddy, who himself had much less than Ray.  But the
most intriguing thing about Kenny was that despite his hair,
his thing was still a dry cummer like our youngest two boys!

We marched off the bus.  I led 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 boy 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 tables.
Not the snacking kind, but the smacking kind.  Paddles,
hairbrushes, straps, tawses, several cat-of-nines, even a
selection of canes.  I didn't even know that they still made
canes, now that British schools aren't allowed to use them.

Also on the table also, various containers of lubricants and
ointments, and even lemon juice.  As well as a collection of
Hand cuffs, both the metal police kind and soft clothes
ones.

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."  The adults had
rooms upstairs.  My mom and dad in one, Marcie's parents in
another, with Kathy's mom and Marcie's Aunt Jenny sharing a
room with two large beds.  That left two empty bedrooms, one
with two beds, one with one bed.

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.

The boys 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.  The boys 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.  "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 Kathy.

"And black and blue?" asked Rachel.  "My mom's always
threatening to turn Kenny's butt black and blue."  

"Well," her mother answered for the adults, "don't on
purpose try for any of those colors, but if they happen,
they happen."

I noticed that all the boys were squirming on their hard
chairs.  Little Dickie, Justin, and Kenny, our three non-
shooters, were all crying already.

"I would suggest," said Kathy'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 girls 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 boy'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 boy, our
Little Dickie, whose little dickie and sack at the moment
was giving quite an animated show. "And, get those dicks
hard," our youngest girl added for good measure.

Quickly, the rest of us gave our boys similar orders.  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.  When I opened the door, I was
greeted by the sight of two naked little boys, younger than
any of ours, hard dicks being held by two even younger
girls.  Behind the kids stood two smiling ladies.  I
recognized the brother and sister and their mother from our
rest stop on the trip up, but had no idea who the other
family was.

"Hi, come on in" I almost stammered in my surprise.

"Hello everyone," said the woman from the rest area.  "I'm
Theresa Jordan, Terry to my friends," she introduced
herself.  "That's my son Brandon, who's nine." she
continued, pointing to one of the boys.  

"And that's my seven-year-old daughter Lisa holding
Brandon's little willy," said the other woman.  She was
right, Brandon's hairless circumcised dick was tiny, the
smallest of any of the boys in the room.  "By the way, I'm
Joan Shaffer, Terry's next door neighbor," she finally
introduced herself.  "Brandon and my son Ryan," pointing to
the other boy, "are best friends."

"That's my daughter, Taylor, holding Ryan's thing," Mrs.
Jordan completed the introductions.  "She's seven, like her
friend Lisa."  I noticed that both girls were big eyed, they
couldn't stop staring at all the naked boys, dicks stiff as
a board.

"How old is Ryan?" asked Nancy.

"He's eight," responded Mrs. Shaffer.  Ryan, like Brandon,
was hairless.  Unlike Brandon, he was uncut.  His dick and
balls were bigger than best buddy Brandon's, but not quite
as big as our Little Dickie's.

"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.  Lisa and Taylor caught on quick,
before long they had their two little boys screaming and
crying just as loudly as our six, with bare bottoms just as
red.

Once again, the boys were giving and howling 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 girls.  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
brothers sixty-nine each other.  "They can suck on each
other's dicks."

"I'm no fag, I won't do it!" shouted Kenny.

"No way!" chimed in Charlie, "that's disgusting."

"You will do it," I emphatically told them and the other
boys.  "And no cumming, if you do, you and your partner both
get spanked."

"That's not fair," protested Teddy.

"Yes it is," I told him, squeezing his balls just to show
who was in charge.  He moaned and quickly dropped to the
ground, clutching at his sore nutsack.

In very short order, we had the boys sucking away.  As our
only two true ejaculators, we had Ray and Teddy teamed up.
We put Charlie with Kenny, Justin with Brandon, and Dickie
drew little Ryan.  It was a most grand sight, Dear Diary,
eight boy mouths working away on eight boy dicks, a sucking
and slurping symphony so superb.

Before long, Little Dickie was our first boy to cum, his
shaking and trembling giving him away.  Almost immediately
after, the other three "little" guys, Justin, Brandon and
Ryan, also came.

"Keep sucking," I meanly instructed, "you'll get your
spankings after supper."

"Which should be here in about an hour," Terry, our newly
arrived mother, informed the room.

Well, as you can imagine, in that hour there was a lot of
cumming going on.  Brandon's little willy set the record,
with six dry cums.  Dickie and Ryan had five dry cums each,
followed by four each for Justin and Kenny, also dry, of
course.  Charlie did his clear drop squirting act three
times.  Teddy also unloaded into Ray's mouth three times,
Ray reciprocating two times.

A little after an hour, the doorbell rang once more.  Once
more I opened the door, once more I discovered a surprise.
This time, standing outside was a man, a girl older than me,
and a teenage boy.  The boy was in tee shirt and gym shorts.
Each held four pizza boxes, making for an even dozen
delicious smelling pies.

"Hello," said the man, entering with his entourage, "I'm
Barry Brewer, Terry's brother.  This is my son, Douglas and
daughter Jacquelyn.  Their mom had to work this weekend."


"Call me Jackie," said the girl, "I turned thirteen last
week."

My Mom, Kathy's mom, and Marcie's Aunt Jenny took the pizzas
from the new arrivals, putting them in the dining room.

"Doug's fourteen and in desperate need of some of the
training I see is already going on here."

"Forget it," said Douglas. "I'm not getting naked, and I'm
not doing that," pointing to the sucking boys on the floor.

"Young man, you will do whatever you're told," said his Aunt
Terry, "starting with stripping bare assed naked this
instant."

"I won't and you can't make me," said the defiant teen.  Not
a very smart move, as very fast all three men were all over
him.  They literally tore the clothes off him; despite his
struggles, he rapidly was as naked as all the other boys.
As I've said before, Dear Diary, my dad's not someone for a
kid to argue with, you will definitely lose.  And neither
Mr. Melick nor Mr. Brewer were anywhere near being ninety
pound weaklings themselves.

Douglas himself was slightly taller than our Teddy, with
about the same amount of hair as that brat growing above his
uncut prick.  Douggie, as we started calling him after his
sister told us he hated that as being a little boy's name,
had balls about the same size as Charlie, making them
somewhat bigger than my older brother's.  

The men stood Douggie up.  His aunt came over and squeezed
his balls hard as she explained the new facts of life to
him.  Try as he could, the squirming boy couldn't escape
from the hold of the three fathers or the punishing female
hand pulverizing his most sensitive part.  "You will be
naked all weekend, you will not cover up in any way, you
will have a hard on all the time, you only cum when told,
your ass will be kept red, and you do everything you're told
by any girl or adult in this room, when you're told.  No
arguing, no backtalk, no hesitation.  Is that clear enough
for you?"
   
"Yes, Aunt Terry," he sputtered out, tears steaming down his
face, as he collapsed to the ground as the men released
their iron grip on him.

"Jackie needs to redden up Douggie's behind before dinner,"
said Mrs. Melick,"and you girls need to freshen up your boys
butts, too."  

So, we gave the order for our cocksuckers to stop, giving
their  very sore dicks and mouths a much needed respite.  
All eight had bright red peckers, a color we quickly had
their bottoms matching.  Jackie took to spanking like a pro,
going to town with a paddle on Douggie's white behind, which
very soon matched the red hue of the other eight boys.

We lead the still crying boys by their sensitive sore dicks
into the dining room for dinner.  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, little Ryan dry came two more times; our other drys
once each.  Charlie, Teddy 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.        

I won't bore you with the details of the post dinner
spankings for all the unauthorized cummings that had taken
place while the boys were sixty-nining and eating.  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.

*****

Dear Diary, Saturday was every bit as glorious as the night
before.  Before breakfast, we reawakened the fires in the
boys' behinds, leaving all of them sobbing loudly.  It was
fun watching them stoke their dicks with one hand while
eating breakfast with the other.

But the real fun started after breakfast.  We girls decided
that it wasn't fair that Douggie had missed out on the treat
of tasting dick.  So we set out to rectify that.

We had all the boys except Douggie line up standing next to
each other.  From the left, we had Ryan, Ray, Brandon,
Charlie, Dickie, Terry, Justin and than Kenny all the way on
the right.  

"Okay, Douggie Dearest," instructed his sister Jackie,
"starting with Ryan, you're to suck off each boy until he
comes, and you just better swallow every drop that comes out
of those pricks."

"And, oh boys," I added my own instructions, "you can let
those dicks go soft, let Douggie do all the work.  And, yes,
you have permission to cum in his mouth."

Soon, the crying Douggie was working over Ryan's little boy
thing, trying to bring him off.  Which didn't take long at
all, the moaning little guy treating us to the most violent
dry orgasm any of us had yet seem.  Ray's much bigger prick
gave Douggie much more trouble, we weren't sure he'd swallow
all the older boy's cum, but somehow, he managed to do so.
Brandon, like his best friend Ryan, had an intense dry cum.
Douggie obviously was a natural at cock sucking. Charlie was
less problematic for him than Ray, spurting his few clear
drops.  Dickie dry came almost as strongly as the two
youngest boys had.  Surprisingly, Teddy deposited a bigger
load into Douggie's mouth than Ray had managed.  Justin and
Kenny didn't disappoint, each having impressive dry cums of
their own.  

"Turn about's fair play," declared Jackie, "so each boy is
to suck Douggie till he cums, eight boys, eight cums."

I never knew before what it meant when a story said someone
blanched, but that's exactly what Douggie did, he most
definitely blanched.  "That's impossible," he shouted out in
protest, "I can't cum eight times in a row, no man can."

"I don't care if it's possible or not," rebutted his sister,
giving his balls a vicious squeezing, "that's exactly what
you'll be doing.  And, you're no man, you're just another
little boy like all these others here."

Once more Douggie was on the floor, writhing in agony from
his tortured nuts.

"Listen, twerp," interjected his Aunt Terry, "if you want to
leave here tomorrow without destroyed balls, you better
learn to stop arguing and start doing."

"Yes, Aunt Terry," came the weak reply from the sobbing
teenager.  No, make that little boy, his sister was right,
they were all little boys, no matter their age.

We had the boys go in the same order they had lined up.
Little Ryan, needless to say, had trouble even getting part
of the bigger boy's prick in his mouth.  But, giving it a
valiant effort, he did, having the teen shooting in under
two minutes.  Ryan just couldn't swallow it all, some
dribbled down the sides of his small mouth.  Giving the size
differential, we girls decided to be charitable and not
impose punishment if the younger four couldn't manage to
keep all the cum in their mouths, as long as they did
swallow more than not.

Ray, being the biggest, had a much easier time of it, taking
ten minutes to bring Douggie to his second climax.  Ray, of
course, didn't let a drop leak out.  It took a struggling
Brandon a little over twenty minutes to get Douggie to
produce a much diminished load, a load small enough that the
little guy actually swallowed it all.

Charlie huffed and puffed for a half hour only to be awarded
with a few measly drops of thin cum.  Trying  as hard as he
could, after fifteen minutes Little Dickie just couldn't get
Douggie hard.  The tears were furiously running down Doggies
face, his nose running.  By now, His dick had to be really
sore and super sensitive.  After another five minutes,
Dickie had Douggie semi-hard, and five minutes later hard.
Three minutes later, Douggie shuddered in an obviously
painful dry orgasm.  Now he was loudly sobbing, giving
evidence to his distress.

"I think," said my mom, "that's all he can do now.  You'll
have to have the other boys try later today."

"Besides," said Kathy's mom, it's time to redden up those
behinds before lunch."

So, Douggie's dick got a rest, and all the boys got a
spanking.  At lunch, it took Douggie a while, gingerly
stroking himself, before he could get a boner.  His sister
gleefully reminded him that his lack of respect in not being
hard would mean an additional spanking later.            

After lunch, the adults had a new delight for us girls and a
new torment for the boys.

"I believe," said Kathy's mom, "that it's time to introduce
the boys to the special feature of their chairs."

"What's that?" asked Marcie.

"These," said her Father, opening a box on the table in
front of him.  "They screw into the chairs."  In the box
were penis shaped pegs, in various sizes.  "Pick out the one
you want for your boy."

Little Susie picked first, taking the largest one.  "That's
probably a little too big for Dickie," her mom told her.
"Why don't you try this one," she said, handing her daughter
a peg that was about five inches long and three times
thicker than Dickie's middle finger.  So that's what the
rest of us did, picking pegs about three times thicker than
the boys finger sizes.  The thickest, Ray's, was about seven
inches long; the thinnest, Ryan's, was about four inches
long.  The other pegs were in between these lengths.

The two men screwed in the pegs for us while we had the boys
bend over in front of us.  Mom showed us which tube of
lubricant to use on their assholes.  This was after she had
us put on rubber gloves, of course.  Boy, Dear Diary, you
should have heard the screaming and crying just from having
one finger stuck up their little behinds.  If our skinny
fingers were hurting them so much, I couldn't wait to see
what the pegs would do.

We finished up our boys.  I had Ray so slick, I was
surprised at how easily and fast I could slide in and out of
him.  From what I could see, the other boys were just as
well greased up.  "Stand up and turn around," I ordered my
charge.  I was surprised, and gladdened, to see that he had
a hard on, obeying that rule.  Once all the boys were
standing, it was obvious that all nine had boners from their
finger fuckings.

As they stood in front of us, they couldn't stay still.
Mrs. Melick explained why.  "Oh, by the way, that lotion you
used is specially designed to itch and burn, as is the stuff
that the men put on the pegs."

"I think it's time you sent the boys to their chairs," said
my mom.  "And when you get there, you boys have two minutes
to be fully seated on your peg, or else."

"Or else what," asked Lisa.  

"Or else," mom replied, " we spank that boy, squeeze his
nuts till they're ready to explode, and double the size of
his peg."

A wicked idea came to me. "I think we should cuff them
first."

"Good idea," agreed Marcie.

So we did, cuffing each boy's hands behind their backs,
using the soft cloth things.  Then we gave the order to
"sit, now!"

It was hilarious, Dear Diary, watching the helpless and
handless boys impaling themselves.  Once they started down,
they couldn't stop themselves for long, their straining legs
not up to the prolonged effort, they could only temporarily
delay and slow the inevitable.  Mom counted out the
remaining time, "sixty seconds, fifty seconds," all the way
down to "three, two, one, time!"      


Somehow, the boys made it in time, give or take a second or
two.  I was surprised, they were all sobbing out loud, even
Ray.  Boy, oh boy, those pegs must really hurt the boys.  I
was also surprised that despite not being able to touch
themselves, the boys all had raging hard ons.

But, the grown ups had yet another surprise.  "Here, put
these around the boys' waists," said Marcie's Aunt Jenny,
holding out some belts.  As we attached the belts to our
boys, we discovered that near the buckle was a clip,
obviously designed for something to be attached.

"Now, for the masturbation rings," said Mrs. Melick.  The
men had these strange looking devices lined up on the table.
Each was a small box with a short arm sticking straight out
the side.  On the arm was a small rubber ring gleaming with
some kind of lubricant.  Some of the rings were larger than
the others.  We could see that the arm slid back and forth
along the box.  

"They attach like this," said my mom as she put on
Brandon's.  The box hooked onto the clip, which was movable
so that the ring was at the boy's dick.  Mom put Brandon's
little willy into the ring, which stretched to fit around
his dick head.  Next, she took a slimmer version of the ring
from Kathy's mom, which she slid onto Brandon's little
soldier, positioning it near the tip of his dick.

"The rings will expand or shrink with the size of his dick,"
said my mom, "so they'll stay in place if he gets harder or
goes soft.  The one on the end will keep the ring on the arm
from slipping off."

Marcie's Aunt Jenny slid the arm all the way back to the
base of Brandon's prick, and let go.  The arm started
sliding back and forth, jerking the eight-year-old off.
Soon, we all had these clever devices stroking the other
boys.

"How do they do that?" asked Kathy.

"It's called oscillation," explained my dad.  "There's a
spring in the box that causes the arm to move.  If the boys
would stay perfectly still, eventually, the arm would stop,
unless you girls help it along.  It doesn't take much to
keep it moving, just give it a push like this."

"Sort of like the old self wining watches we had before
battery watches," added Mr. Melick.

"What's a self winding watch?" asked Marcie.

"That sounds like a library research project for you when we
get home," was the answer she got from her mom.  Parents,
thinking of school work even when we're having fun!

Brandon was the first to cum, but far from the last.  We
reminded the boys that as they didn't have our permission,
each and every time they came would be a spanking.

We kept the boys on their pegs and in the rings for three
hours. When it was over, I don't know what hurt worse, their
assholes or their very red dicks.  Ryan came fifteen times
that we counted, Brandon twelve, Dickie, Justin and Kenny
were in a three way tie with eleven comes each.  Of course
all those were dry.  Teddy had ten cums, the last two dry.
Charlie also came ten times, the last four completely dry.
Douggie and Ray each managed eight; Douggie dried up after a
very weak fourth, Ray was shooting till his last one.        
 
We removed the devices from the relieved boys.  The other
ones were drenched in sweat. We had them get off the chairs,
there was an audible pop as each asshole came free of the
now brown stained pegs.  The boys were sent to the showers
to clean up, with orders to be back in 30 minutes.

When the now clean boys returned, we of course demanded that
they get their dicks pointing back up.  It was great
watching their distress, as they tried touching themselves
as lightly as possible.  After the dicks were all hard, we
began the spankings for all those unauthorized cums caused
by the rings.  By dinner time, we had some mighty red
bottoms glowing at us.

After dinner, we reddened up those bottoms some more.  Then
it was time for the remainder of Douggie's blow jobs.  Teddy
was up first, causing Douggie's still sore pride and joy to
erupt after three minutes.  Teddy, as I would expect from my
now well trained slave brat brother, swallowed every last
drop.  Justin took in as much of Douggie's organ as he
could, having him give up a somewhat smaller dose of cum
after about eight minutes.  Now, it was Kenny's turn at bat,
at Douggie's bat that is.  He took twenty minutes to produce
a few drops, but it was a cum, so it counted.  

After that, we made all the boys jerk off for us.  After
they came, Douggie dry this time, we freshened their bottoms
up and sent them off to bed to dream of their final day here
at my most wonderful retreat.

*****

On Sunday, we, of course, first spanked the boys and then
had them produce boners.  After breakfast we decided on some
outdoors field and track.  We divided the boys into three
teams, based on age.  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 other team.  We had all the boys on a team stand
back to back, forming a sort of three sided triangle.  We
next tied the boys 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.
Amazingly, the little boys 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.  Now they 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 seventy-five minutes the
idiots came each at least twice.  Once more Ryan led the
pack with five.  Brandon pulled himself off four times, as
did Dickie.  Justin, Kenny, Teddy and Charlie all achieved a
triple play.  Douggie and Ray were our laggards, with two
cums each.  

Just before lunch, we sent the boys 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.

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 all the new kids and Mrs. Shaffer.  Mrs.
Jordan and Mr. Brewer followed in their cars.

We now had twenty-four people occupying the twenty five
seats in the bus, with Mr. Melick again driving.  As on the
trip up, we made the boys keep their boners, which caused
each one to cum one more time.  All too soon for the boys 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 the boys 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 boy received his
allocated number.  Oh, the tears were many, the howling
loud, the anguish terrific, as each boy 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, some with children in tow,
applauded when we finished, including two state troopers.

"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 any girl, no arguing."

"If," said Kathy's mom, "a girl tells you to go stand naked
in the front yard and jerk off for an hour, you do it."

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

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

"As long as," said my mom, "it's not a place like school
where it could cause trouble.  But who knows, we plan to
talk to your Principals and the people at the malls and some
others."

All, this, of course had the boys 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.
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.