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 The pain was excruciating.  I was crying like a little baby, being tortured
and humiliated in front of all of these female family members.  It was also
turning me on.  Sue was holding my dick in place, slowly and deliberately
hitting my balls as hard as she could with the ruler.  My dick shifted and
grew in her hand.  Now it was fully extended, but still not hard.

   The twins were still right by her side.  Still holding my dick, she
handed the ruler to Julie and said, "Ok, now you try it." The girl giggled
and smacked my thigh with the ruler.  Sue said, "Nope.  Try again." Still
giggling, Julie swung again.  This time the corner of the ruler grazed my
scrotum, and the ruler smacked my thigh again.  The grazing actually hurt
more than hitting it straight on had.  Sue chuckled and said, "You're
getting warmer!" Julie swung again, and hit the balls straight on.  With
pride at her daughter's being able to do it in her voice, Sue declared,
"One!" Julie gave my balls 3 more good smacks, with Sue counting them out.
Then Sue said, "Ok, now it's your sister's turn." Julie handed the ruler to
Jenny, who had similar problems, and ended up doing just as good of a job.

   Next up was my cousin Dana.  She walked right up, saying, "I'm next!"
She took the ruler from Jenny, but just tucked it into the waist of her
bikini.  She took my balls in one hand, my dick in the other, and gently
massaged them for a few seconds.  That was all the time it took for my dick
to get hard as a rock.  She mentioned her son, John, who was still in
diapers.  It was perfectly normal for her to see his junk whenever she
changed him.  She said, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure this is in fact a penis. 
Just a really small one.  It's not much smaller than John's.  It just looks
weird, such a big boy having such a tiny tool." Then she took the ruler
out. She had been in the pool recently, and her bikini was still wet, which
made the ruler a little wet.  She took a good stance, and gave my balls the
hardest whack so far.  I screeched and bawled.  Dana smirked evilly,
whacking them again.

   I squirmed and tried to block the next one with my leg.  Sue grabbed
that leg, and mom grabbed the other one.  They pushed and pulled and put
them in place.  My ankles were against the column, with my legs spread a
little.  Jesse provided an assist, and they fastened my ankles in place
with zip ties.  The zip ties were so tight it hurt my ankles, even without
trying to move them.

   With a wide, evil grin, Dana whacked my balls a third time.  I
instinctively tried to squirm, which hurt my ankles more.  They did not
move at all.  My dick remained hard.  My balls and scrotum did not try to
retreat into my body away from the pain.  As bruised as they were, they
continued to hang there.  They were right up against the column.  They
didn't move at all when being hit.  I was blubbering uncontrollably, and
was barely able to get the word "stop" out.

   Dana snickered, and said, "Ok, I'll stop.  Right after this." Then she
whacked them one more time, just as hard.  She held the ruler up, around
shoulder length, and said, "Who's turn is it now?"

   Wendy held up her hand and timidly said, "I want to give it a try."

   I didn't know Jesse had walked away at some point.  She had gone to the
closet.  It was at this time that she came out, saying, "Just look at what
I found!" In one hand she had a pair of feathered roach clips, in the other
my mom's panties.  "He must have had some sort of party in there!" She cast
a coy look in my direction, even as Dana was handing Wendy the ruler.  "I
know just what to do with these.  Don't hit him again, yet." Walking toward
me, she said, "I want to decorate him first."

   The roach clips had to have been used by someone else.  Come to think of
it, probably Jesse.  Of course, I had stashed the panties in the closet to
jackoff with while I watched the women change.

   The others stepped aside as Jesse walked up to me.  She gave me a peck
on the lips before clipping one of the roach clips to my left nipple.  I
let out a wail that would curl your hair.  Jesse laughed hard and said,
"Oh, yeah!  That's just the right spot for it!" I wasn't able to say words,
just shook my head as I saw her about to put the other one on my right
nipple.  She nodded, and did it.  I howled even louder this time.  While my
mouth was open, she stuffed the panties in it, saying, "Shut up!" Once
again, she stretched the words out the way teen girls sometimes do. 
"Shuuut uuuuup!" She was clearly getting a sick sexual thrill from this.  I
couldn't deny that I was as well.  My male member was at full attention. 
Dana ran her hands up and down my body a bit, then gave my dick a flick.

   Wendy swung the ruler hard.  She caught the head of my dick with the
corner.  The corner of the ruler ran all the way down the shaft before the
ruler impacted my balls.  Her mom, my Aunt Rose, was right behind her and
said, "How did you hit such a small target?  I bet you can't do it again."
Wendy swung again, this time delivering a sound hit to the head.  Then she
hit the head again, this time coming in at an angle from above, causing it
to bounce.  She did the same one more time.  Then Aunt Rose put her hand on
Wendy's shoulder and said, "Ok, honey, we're impressed.  Now do it right."
Wendy did indeed do it right.  You wouldn't think such a young girl could
hit so hard.  Then Aunt Rose took the ruler and gave my balls 4 whacks.

   My mom went next.  But she didn't take the ruler right away.  First she
cupped my face in her hands, saying with mock sympathy, "Aww, little baby
is crying." Running her hands slowly down my body to finally rest on my
hips, she added, "Want me to kiss you and make it better?" Mom took her
panties out of my mouth and stuffed them down the front of her bikini,
before putting her hands back on my hips.  Then she kissed me on the mouth.
Not just a peck like Jesse had done, a much longer kiss.  Then she gently
stroked my dick a few times, saying, "That was nifty, how Wendy made this
little thing bounce." Then she squeezed it hard for a moment, before
flicking the head a few times.  She finally took the ruler in hand.  She
held it above her head, swung with all her might, and smacked it square on
my dick.  I shrieked in pain.  Then she did it again.  And again.  And
again.  It was such a turn on!  She kissed me again, waiting for my dick to
stop bouncing.  By this time a lot of precum was coming out of it.  Mom
bent down and licked some precum off the head.  She straightened up, her
tongue hanging out so I could see a lot of precum on it.  She proceeded to
stick that tongue in my mouth.

   She played with my bruised balls while she made out with me.  Then she
stuck her tongue in my ear.  She blew in my ear and nibbled on the lobe. 
While she was still doing that, she swung the ruler as hard as she could
and whacked my balls.  Mom whispered in my ear, "Such a good-looking boy,
to be so wicked." She hit my dick with the ruler a couple times.  She
whispered some more, "If only you weren't my son ...  " A whack to the
balls.  " ..  I would savagely fuck you all night long." A couple whacks on
my dick.  And then back on my balls again.  And then back on my dick again.
And then the balls.  And then the dick.  She knows just how to drive me
crazy!  If I could, I would have ripped that bikini off of her, pinned her
down, and fucked the shit out of her.  She squeezed my balls hard, and hit
my dick with the ruler a dozen more times.  All the while I was squawking
and crying at the top of my lungs.

   Still squeezing my balls, she bent down again and kissed the shaft a few
times.  Then she licked the head, and then held her tongue under it,
coating it in the steady stream of precum I was producing at that point. 
She stood back up, still squeezing my balls, and stuck her tongue in my
mouth again.  She let go of my balls and squeezed my dick, which was
throbbing in her hand.  Then she went back to rubbing her hands all over my
body, still making out with me.  After that, she smacked my face as hard as
she could.  She scolded, "Don't kiss [another smack] your mother [smack]
like that!  [smack] You dirty [smack] little [smack] pervert!  [smack]"
Then she pulled her panties back out of her bikini.  She hadn't been in the
water, there was no reason for her bikini to be wet.  But those panties
were so soaked, they were practically dripping.

   Mom stuffed her panties back in my mouth, and then hit my dick with the
ruler a dozen more times.  She was looking me up and down like a piece of
meat, and held out the ruler for the next person to take.  The next one was
Jesse's sister, Tammy.

   Now Tammy was 19, and she freely smoked in front of her mom and
everybody else.  She was repeatedly told not to, but did it anyway.  She
had the ruler in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other.  Also
looking at me like a piece of meat, she tucked the ruler into the waist of
her bikini.  Tammy said, "It looks like we can do things to him other than
just hit his balls" as she pulled a cigarette and lighter out of the pack
and set the pack on an end-table.  She lit the cigarette and took a few
puffs.  Then she put it out on the head of my dick, being careful not to
crush the cigarette.  She pulled out the ruler and gave my balls a couple
of hard whacks.  Then she tucked it away again and re-lit the cigarette. 
She put it out on the head of my dick again.  She followed this up with 2
more whacks.  Then she lit the cigarette and put it out again.  My dick was
so close to exploding!  All she had to do was tug on it half a dozen times,
and I would have the biggest orgasm!  It was such sweet torture, being held
in a state where I was about to cum but not being allowed to cum.

   This is when grandma stepped in.  Grandma had been a farmer most of her
life, and had considerable upper body strength.  Even at 65, she could beat
most any man at arm wrestling.  Her tone sounded genuinely distressed as
she said, "This sick screwball is getting off on this.  After my turn, we
need to stop, and find something he WON'T enjoy." She swung the ruler with
all her considerable might and whacked my balls good.  "Look at him.  He
LOVES this!" Another whack.  "How could a grandson of mine be this
twisted?" Another whack.  She looked at my mom and said, "What did you do
wrong, that he turned out this way?" Then she gave my balls one last good
whack.

   While she was doing this, a hushed conversation was going on in the
background, and preparations being made.  A couple of straight-backed
chairs were set up in such a way that a girl could sit in each one, me
laying across both their laps, each spanking me with her right hand.  Jenny
and Julie sat in them.  As I was being cut free from the column, Sue
brought 2 ping-pong paddles in from the game room and handed them to her
daughters.

   My whole body was rubbery, except for my dick, which was still
throbbing. Mom and Sue guided me to lie across my nieces' laps.  Those
clips still biting into my nipples.  You wouldn't think such little girls
could spank so hard.  Each one paddled a cheek with all her might.  They
made their initial whacks at the same time.  I bayed loudly, jumped to my
feet, and covered my ass with my hands.  Mom and Sue wrestled with me and
made me go back across the twins' laps.  Sue stood behind me, holding my
legs down with her leg.  Mom was in front.  She leaned over me, holding my
wrists in her hands and pushing down on my back.  Her crotch was right in
front of my face.  It was soaking wet.  I could smell her pussy juice.

   My nieces laughed at this spectacle.  Still laughing, they proceeded to
paddle me.  The rhythm didn't quite sync up.  Sometimes they both impacted
at the same time, sometimes separately.  They laughed their asses off while
they beat mine.  I fought and squirmed for a few minutes, to no avail.  I
finally ran out of gas, I hadn't the will to do anything besides lie there
and take it.  They continued to paddle my bruised ass as hard as they could
until their arms grew weary.

   Then Sue let loose of my legs.  Mom pulled me by my arms and guided me
over her knee.  My dick had gone soft, but there was still a stream of
precum.  She locked her leg behind my legs, pinning them down, and pressed
my wrist into the small of my back.  I saw on the coffee table the thick,
holey paddle she hadn't used on me in years.  Never before on the bare.  I
vigorously shook my head no as she picked it up, although I was already
getting another erection.

   Mom proceeded to paddle me hard.  She lectured me in a scolding voice
about how wrong it was to peep on girls changing, and worse, my own family.
She called me "brat," "pig," "pervert," and many synonyms of those words.
While she was giving me the paddling of my life, I began to squirm.  She
held me tight, I couldn't get much movement.  I got just enough that my
hard dick was rubbing against my mom's bare thigh.  She kept on paddling
and scolding me.  I was caught up in the moment over my mom's knee,
thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the severe beating she was giving me
with that heavy paddle and the clips biting into my nipples.

   At some point, the sounds I was making couldn't be mistaken for
anything. Everybody knew I was moaning in pleasure.  I heard grandma say
something in a scolding voice.  I couldn't make it out, I was too wrapped
up in the rapturous ecstasy over my mom's knee.  Then mom stopped spanking
me, and just laid the paddle on my back.  She said, "You're right, mom.  He
is loving this.  What can we do that he won't like?"

   I heard Dana saying, "I've got just the thing!" Oh, shit.  What am I in
for now?