“I must be getting through to you Scott. Good.”Sheila was still intent on giving her son the hard spanking she had never given before. Scott squir...med as he cried, wanting the spanking to stop, at least so he could catch his breath. This wasn’t like Rosie at all. He had lost count ages ago of the number of spanks his Mum gave him. Surely it was more than sixty. Sheila had kept count though. Forty-five so far, and her son’s crying was pretty constant and his poor red bottom was bouncing around on. Now she’s ceased squirming; she’s motionless.As her thighs begin parting, her brown eyes, shaded with uncertainty yet knowing, lift to meet Dan’s lustful gaze. His fingers are sliding inside her gusset!!Flicking off the radio I snap the moment back to reality; calling at them over my shoulder, ‘OK Jez, lets start getting ready for bedtime!’ Normality returns.Coming into the kitchen and pulling strait her dress Jez complains; ‘Oh Mom! I’m thirteen! It’s early yet!’‘I’m afraid so Jez’, I say,. Whilst Ruth was spanking Francis, Sandy was spanking Carmel. It was different to see the wholly naked girl flail around, her breasts bouncing as she squirmed around on Sandy’s lap. Every now and again Sandy stopped spanking Carmel, pulled her ear so she faced upwards and berated the poor girl before letting go of her ear again and continuing to spank her. These were two quite different spanking techniques. Francis was spanked almost as though she were at home with her Mum and others listening. What had got us hard was that the two guys were having quite a heavy sex session and had moved on from a bit of cock rubbing to one of the men dropping his trousers and Y fronts, kneeling down in front of the other guy and was then giving him a good fucking. While all this was going on Trevor and I had both got our cocks out and were wanking each other whilst led under the bushes which we were watching from. We were quite enjoying each other and, as always, quite looking forward to bringing.