Betty's Diary 3: My Fantastic Bus Trip
(minors, nasty, mast, spank, nc, femdom, MMFFFFgggggg/mmmbbb)
by Nialos Leaning

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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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Betty's Diary: My Fantastic Bus Trip
by Nialos Leaning



Dear Diary,

Betty here again.  Wow, the retreat this weekend was
something else, even more fun then my birthday party!  Let
me tell you all about it, beginning with the bus trip and
right before that.

When I stopped writing Friday, the door bell had just rung.
Turned out it was my friend Kathy and her family.  Kathy's
twelve like me, brother Charlie turned fourteen last week,
her other brother Justin is eleven, and her little sister
Nancy is ten.

Little Nancy couldn't help herself, she kept staring at my
naked brothers' not-so-private privates.  As did the rest of
her family.  Our Thirteen-year-old Teddy and ten-year-old
Dickie both blushed at all the scrutiny they were receiving.

"How come they're naked?" asked Nancy.

"For the same reasons your brothers are about to get naked,"
replied her mother.  "To learn a lesson in respect, respect
for us females."

"No way," shouted Charlie, protesting much like Teddy had
the first time.

"Yeah, no way," echoed Justin, same as Dickie had. "No girl
is going to see my thingy!"

"Oh, yes they are," said their mom, "right this instant.
Strip, both of you!"

"No!" they both shouted at once.

"Now!" Kathy's mom shouted back.  "You have two minutes,
starting now!"

"No, no, please, we can't," they continued to protest.

"Yes you can," their angry mother informed the two boys.
"You just earned yourselves a spanking, further delay will
only make it worst."

"Do it," shouted their dad, moving toward Charlie.  At the
same time my dad moved toward Justin.  The boys got the
message.  Crying and blushing furiously, they began
undressing before the men reached them.  Soon the red faced
duo were down to their briefs.

"Those too," ordered their mom.

Kathy, Nancy and I held our breaths waiting to see what
would happen.  Apparently, Justin isn't the Dumb-Dumb that
my Little Dickie is, as he immediately removed his last body
covering.  Unlike Dickie the first time, he was smart enough
not to cover himself up.  He looked much like Dickie,
hairless with a small cute prick that pretty much hid his
tiny balls.  Unlike my brothers, he was uncircumcised.
                                       
Giving in to the inevitable, the blushing Charlie removed
his underpants, revealing a surprise to us all.  Boy, was it
ever a surprise.  Charlie's uncut cock and his balls were
both just a tad bit smaller than Teddy's, but that wasn't
the surprise.  The  surprise was that he was still hairless!

"Well, well," said his mom, "looks like Charlie's more of a
little boy than we thought."  Charlie blushed even deeper at
this little dig about his manhood.

"Charlie, over my knees now," ordered his mom.  "Denise,"
she asked my mom, "would you be so kind as to do Justin."

"My pleasure," replied mom.

So soon, we had two kicking, crying, squirming boys having
their bare bottoms turning a bright red.  Hand smack after
hand smack descended upon two increasingly burning behinds.
Not to mention two increasingly painful behinds.  All too
soon for us three girls, the show was over.  Only to be
replaced with a show of two dancing, prancing, rubbing,
sobbing boys jumping all about the room.

"Now it's your turn," mom told Teddy and Dickie.

"What did we do?" asked my older brother.

"Yeah, what?" asked my younger brother.

"Nothing, yet," said mom.   "This is just insurance to make
sure you behave on the bus."

Mom had said we were going on a bus.  And it looked like the
boys would be naked on that bus!   I couldn't wait, but
before I could fully comprehend the implications of the bus,
the brats were being spanked.   Mom did Teddy, Kathy's mom
did Dickie.

Just like Charlie and Justin, we soon had two more howling
red bottomed boys energetically exercising all over the
room.

Speaking of exercise, I decided to exercise some of my power
over my two brat brothers.   And embarrass them in front of
our guests.

"Teddy, Dickie," I told them, "until I tell you otherwise, I
want your dicks hard.  You know the rules."

The rules were simple.   Each boy was responsible for
keeping the other hard.  If one went soft, the other was
spanked for letting it happen.  And, no cumming without
permission.   The boy who came was spanked for cumming, the
other for making it happen.   Any female in the room could
help at anytime in keeping the boys hard, and each female
could make each boy come once.   No spanking for the girl
for causing the boy to cum, but one for the boy if he didn't
have the required permission.

"Please, no," begged Teddy, "not in front of everyone."

"Yeah, please don't make us," stammered the Dumb-Dumb.  

"Start, now," I calmly demanded.  "You know what happened
the last time you protested my commands."  That got them
going, they definitely didn't want to have to sixty-nine in
front of all the people in our living room.

Very quickly, I was awarded with the sight of my naked
brothers' hard dicks pointing toward us all.  

Mom explained to Kathy's parents the concept that a boner,
like nakedness, was a sign of respect toward any present
females.  And that a boner was especially a sign of respect
after an infraction or offense of any kind.

"Well, in that case," said Charlie's and Justin's mother, "I
think my two need to be imitating your two."

Which, despite their protests to the contrary, they promptly
were doing.  Quickly, us three giggling girls had four
boners to look at and play with.

But before we could touch dick, a horn sounded outside.

"Good, the bus is here," said mom.

The bus, the bus! I was so excited with anticipation,
wondering what would happen now.

"Betty, get your bag," mom told me.  "What little the boys
will need is already in my bag."

"The girls' stuff is in our car," said Kathy's dad.

"And the boys' things are in Kathy's bag," said her mom.

"Well then," proclaimed my mom, "let's get this parade on
the road."

A parade is exactly what it was Dear Diary, once mom had it
organized.  Carrying  my bag in one hand, my other hand on
his cock, I led Charlie out the door.  Followed by Kathy
tugging on Teddy's prick, and Nancy leading Little Dickie by
his little dickie.  Mom had hold of Justin's diminutive
little thingy.  All four dicks were still hard, of course.

We marched toward a small bus parked in the street, door
open.  All four boys were blushing red as beets.  

Boarding the bus with Charlie still in tow, I saw that my
friend Marcie's dad was driving.

Seeing my questioning look, he explained, "I chartered it
from the company for the weekend.   They agreed to let me
drive."

Of course they did, he was now some kind of big shot manager
for that tour company.   And, before getting his degree and
being "kicked upstairs" as he put it, he had been a driver
for them.

As I and Charlie made our way to some empty seats, still
linked by my hand on his cock, I received another surprise.  
Marcie, her eight-year-old sister Susie, her brother Ray,
fifteen, and their mom were all aboard.  That wasn't the
surprise.  The surprise was that Ray was stark naked,
blushing just as badly as the other boys, with little Susie
working her hand up and down his hard on.

Turns out that what we did to my brat brothers at my
birthday party was nothing new for Marcie.   Her family had
been treating Ray that way for about four years now.  That's
how she had known that Ray had a bigger dick than Teddy!

Kathy's dad didn't board, he had to work tomorrow.  Once
everyone else was on and we were underway, Marcie's dad,
Raymond Melick, senior, made an announcement over the P.A.
system.  "Welcome aborad everyone.  Girls, I hope you have a
good time on the trip, feel free to have any fun you want
with the boys.   Boys, if you dare cum on this bus, I will
personally spank your asses red.  And, you will have to
thoroughly scrub down the interior before I return it to the
depot Sunday."

Of course, with that kind of encouragement, we now five
girls knew exactly what we were going to do.  Using our
hands to make the boys cum.  And we did, switching boys
every three minutes, my ever helpful mom keeping time.  In
the next twenty minutes  Ray and Teddy each erupted once,
their white creamy cum getting all over their chests.
Charlie came twice, not quite dry, but not shooting either.
Both times, only a few clear drops leaked from the tip of
his prick.  Dickie and Justin both came three times, dry.
That pipsqueak Justin's tiny thingy is just as much a dry
cummer as Little Dickie's little dickie!          

We girls made sure that Mr. Melick knew each time a boy
came.  We had the rule in effect that each time a boy came,
he had to announce loudly "I'm cummming!"  Just to make
sure, we five would then shout out that the boy was cumming,
by chanting out, for example, "Charlie's cumming, Charlie's
cummming!"  Of course, we used the name of whichever boy it
was who had dared defied driver's orders.

"Well, that's one spanking for cumming coming right up,"
Marcie's dad would cheerfully reply on the P.A., to our
giggles.

Just after twenty minutes, we pulled up to a house.

"My Aunt Jenny lives here," said Marcie.  "With my two
cousins, little Rachel, who's nine, and her pest of a
brother, Kenny."

"Kenneth's twelve," said Marcie's mom.  "Jenny thinks he's
gotten far enough out of hand 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 two cousins came out their front
door.   Kenny had on just some briefs, with comic book super
hero characters on them.   Kind of babyish for twelve, 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 he's being spanked.

"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 adults were
agitated and leaving the bus.  Kenny was giving his mom a
very difficult time.  Holding a travel bag in one hand, she
was using the other to try to pry Kenny loose from his firm
grip on the railing adjacent to their front stairs.
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 Marcie 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 kids' 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 girls standing next to five very naked boys,
naked just like him.  Except, they had boners, and he
didn't.  But we knew that would be changing real fast.

Kenny's boy parts were definitely bigger than Dickie's and
Justin's, but not as large as Teddy's and Charlie's.  He was
circumcised, like Ray and my brothers.  He had a very small
and thin smattering of pubic hair, very short and non-curly,
maybe extending only a few inches to either side of his dick
and maybe a half inch or so up from his cock toward his
stomach.

"Girls, this is my sister Jennifer,"  Marcie's mom
introduced the new arrivals.  "And this is her daughter, my
niece, Rachel."  Like Nancy at our house, little Rachel
couldn't help but gawk and giggle at all the naked boys.

"And here we have her son, 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
boy.

"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.  "You do not tell any female no,
ever," she added, smacking his already sore bottom again.
Do you understand me, young man?"  Another spank.

"Yes, Aunt Beth," the now openly crying boy 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 nine like Rachel or sixty-seven 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 twelve-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 girl followed
my example.  To his extreme embarrassment, his little sister
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.  Susie was
already a pro, and we had Little Nancy well on the way.
When Rachel finished with her greeting, she was laughing so
hard she couldn't stand up straight.  But her brother'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
girls were in charge of him and the other boys, no questions
asked, period.

"Make me," said the defiant little prick with a slightly
bigger than 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, one dad as a passenger, six girls, and six very
naked, very hard boys.  

We ordered the boys to keep each other hard.  We  teamed Ray
with Justin, Charlie with Dickie, and Teddy with Kenny.

In the next half hour, all the boys came once.  As before,
Ray and Teddy painted their chests white, Charlie dribbled
his clear drops, and Dickie and Justin remained dry.  And,
we had yet another surprise.  Despite his small cute patch
of pubic hair, Kenny was another dry cummer!

I was losing count of how many spankings we owed the boys
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."

He 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 traveling by on the
road from seeing the tables.  And, fortunately for the
embarrassed and still hard boys, no one else was about.  But
than, the highway itself wasn't very busy at the moment.

It was hilarious, Dear Diary.  The adults made the boys 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 the boys' red faces, they 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.  A
car with a mother, little girl of about six or seven, and a
boy who looked to be about eight.  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.  Justin and Dickie had each
come four times, so that would be four spankings each from
Mr. Melick for cumming on his bus, and a total of five each
from us girls, one for each come and one for the time they
made their partner come.  Charlie had come three times,
earning three spankings from Marcie's dad and four from us.
Ray and Teddy each had two each from our driver and three
from the "Sisters Brigade, as Kathy now dubbed us.

Kenny was the lucky one in all this, having only come once,
when Teddy 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 us girls for his
"disrespect" when he first boarded the bus.

"No way, it's not fair!" the crying Kenny loudly protested
to his cousin, mom, aunt, us and the whole world.

"Well, that's too bad," replied Marcie, "and you just earned
one more for protesting.  Care for some more, little boy?"

"No, Marcie, ma'am," mumbled her sobbing cousin.

The adult organized everything.  As between them, the boys
had twenty-four spankings due from us girls, we were each
assigned four to give.  I had Kenny, Ray, Charlie and
Justin.  Marcie's dad would give each boy one spanking,
splitting the other ten they had coming between the other
five adults, two apiece.  Each spanking would be hand,
smacks equal to the boy'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.  I was almost sorry I hadn't brought my
ear plugs, but on the other hand, that racket the boys were
making was music to my ears.

Our red bottomed boy troupe put on a wonderful dance
performance, doing a much better "Full Monty" than the guys
in that movie.  I just loved all those boy dicks and balls
bouncing all over the place!  I bet our crew even out danced
those Chippendale dudes, not that I've ever seen them.  It's
kind of weird when you think about it.  I get to see all
these naked boys, with boners yet, and to play with their
dicks, but I'm not old enough to see some men dancing who
don't even strip all the way down.

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.

"Now, that's what I should do to your brother when he pulls
his shenanigans," I overheard the mother tell her daughter.

"No mommy, no," blubbered the little boy, tears streaming
down his face.

All four of 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 crying.  Jeez, what
a baby!  No one had touched him, he had all his clothes on,
he wasn't hurting, but he was crying.

The family headed toward their car, our moms boarded the
bus.  From my window, I could see the little boy's 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 the boys 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.  Tomorrow
is a school day, and mom is hollering up for me to go sleep.
I always listen to mom, after all, I don't want to risk
losing control over my naked brat brothers and end up being
a naked brat myself!