Erotica Anthology #1

The Nanny

#2

The Nanny

A bad nanny will learn her lesson.

Betsy works as a part-time nanny. One might wonder, what is a drop-dead gorgeous looking thing such as her be taking care of a bunch of kids, when she could have rocked a runway in a fashion show of some branded clothing line, or shaking her hips to the music in a popular nightclub from somewhere in the city without a single care to the world. Because really, the considerably young woman is dressed to kill, what with her signature backless, provocative red dress, smokey eye makeup and red lipstick.

Well, why don’t she starts with her failing career in the runway, even when she has just started last fall? Or when her exclusive VIP access to most hit clubs has been denied at the following of her plunging popularity? It is also annoying because her parents refuse to fund her excessive spending anymore, forcing her to find work whenever the chance is thrown at her. And what luck does she have, when her cousin Olive offered her a babysitting opportunity. Surely it can not be that hard, right?

Olive has been dating his guy named Philip. The man has four young nephews who need to be watched over. While they enjoy taking care of them for once in a while, they have to admit that sometimes it can get in the way for their plans for date nights. Hence why they need her help. Plus, they are paying some decent money too. Although Betsy is not sure about the task, she really do need the money. And if she does good, this will be a regular thing.

When Betsy meets them, Philip’s nephews turn out to be quadruplets: Parker, Payton, Patrick and Preston. The toddlers look like the exact, smaller replicas of their uncle, down to the facial and physical structure. They even wear little sailor outfits and kids tattoo on their right arms, each. Four grumpy snouts stare back at her while they are introduced, critically judging this tall stranger standing before them. True enough, Betsy has never really had the opportunity to meet them, even after her cousin Olive’s relationship with Philip has became serious. The young woman was too busy chasing her dream, forgetting her ground.

Once she meets the kids, Philip and Olive give her a brief tour around the house, just to ensure she knows where to get things when she needs them. They show her where they keep the food and how to get new towels, among other things, but all the time Philip can not stop to emphasize how crucial it is for her to make sure that each of the kids get their own fair share of spinach. Finally, after the tour is done, they are positive that they can leave the house under her care for the night. Besides, Betsy is an adult. Despite how excessive her personality can be, she is mature enough to handle a bunch of kids for one evening, thank you.

As they wave for the two couples a goodnight to their date, Betsy turns to the kids.

“Alright, what do you guys want to do now?” She looks at the clock. It shows 6 o’clock. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“We,”

“Want,”

“Some,”

“Spinach.”

The four say each syllable in turns, their voices dry and strident, like something was pinching on their vocal cords. Even the way they walk is close to how their uncle do. They are his family, alright.

“Just spinach? Anything else?” They reply with the same manner, the edge of their tone even more demanding than the last. Funnily, all four of them are able to maintain the same insistent facial expression.

“Now, now, you’ve got to make sure that you eat properly. You won’t be able to reach the nutritional measurements you need if you just eat one thing. Greens are important, but proteins are also important. Take it from someone who used to model in Paris,” Betsy states in a lecturing tone. But all she gets is the same reply, which eventually turns from adorable to annoying quite fast.

Discontent creeps to her face, and she huffs down on the quadruplets. “You know, I am tasked to be in charged of you guys, that means I can decide that goes on or not goes on in this house while your uncle and future-aunt are away. If none of you want to listen and respect what I do, I am not going to be easy on you.”

Betsy is not best known for her patience — which unfortunately became one of her downfall in the runway industry. She does as she pleases, and she can be rather selfish and superficial at times. This makes her to be difficult to work with, something people are not fond off in the working environment. But right now, she is in charged of taking care of Parker, Payton, Patrick and Preston, no matter they like show she does things or not.

The four of them throw glares at her. They would have went for the spinach by themselves, but these toddlers are not tall enough to reach the upper shelves, where they know where their uncle keeps the nutritional food, or do they know how to cook it. They are forced to be dependent on this unknown woman, who is supposed a cousin of aunt Olive. She and their uncle just decided to went off into the night without giving them a single warning, only introducing the concept to them at the very last minute. They do not think they like this woman so far, and they glance at each other among themselves to echo the shared thought.

“Now, why don’t we just watch some TV and forget about all of this? I don’t like to have tension in the working environment,” Betsy blurts, clapping her hands together with a new positive resolvement. She is saying that, even though she is the one who started by saying ‘no’ to these kids.

“No!” the toddles exclaim at the same time, “We want spinach!”

“If you guys refuse to act properly, none of you are going to get any food tonight!” she proclaims threateningly. “Now, let me repeat myself again. Do you want TV, or do you want spinach?”

“SPINACH!” Parker, Payton, Patrick and Preston all shouts at the same time, loud enough that the woman flinches from the ear-splitting tone, too driven by their taste to think about the consequences of their actions.

Turning irritated, she glares back at the kids. “Fine then, if you want it so desperately!” She throws her arms in the air in fumed frustration, before stomping into the kitchen to grab what they want.

The four looks at each other with victory smiles. Finally, they are going to enjoy some tasty green. But just when they think that they are winning, the woman manages to turn the table on them. Betsy returns to the living room, holding out an opened can of spinach. Their mouths instantly drool, eyes trained on the food. Before they can get their hands on it, however, she refuses to lower the can to their level, and instead slipping it to the low cut of her shirt, nesting it just in between her breasts.

“Since you guys refuses to listen to me, I don’t think I am giving this to you at all. In fact, I might as well enjoy it for myself.” And she does, dipping her index finger into the can, scooping some spinach into her mouth. She tastes and chews in a manner that will taunt them even more purposefully, making a big show out of it. And they eat it up so easily. Man, how she enjoys having the upper hand. “Hhmmm, delicious! Hope you guys can manage without dinner tonight,” she flaunts cheekily, causing the quadruplets to fume with anger.

How dare she take away their food! She is just a stranger, a new person in this house. They have stayed longer. Surely, they have a certain say to this?

“Give it!” Parker demands.

“It’s mine!” Payton roars.

“I want that!” Patrick screech.

“I’m hungry!” Preston pipes in.

Four sets of squinty eyes are fixed to the can of green nested in between her large bust. Strangely, their gesture of rebellion only excites her more, making her want to anguish these midges even more.

“Now behave, or I will have to punish you lot even more,” she says with a warning tone. The kids seem to decide to do just that, for now. Feeling more generous, Betsy then adds, “If you maintain to act civil for the rest of the night, I might even cook so something really juicy just before bedtime.”

Their eyes lid up. The bait is in. All she has to do is drag them around in the meantime. My, how fun is it? Betsy is able to make them do the chores for her, such as grabbing the remove TV to turn the channels for her until she finds the right one that she prefers — which unsurprisingly is turns out to be a fashion show broadcast. That role unceremoniously falls into Parker’s hands, though all boys stick out their tongues, almost bored to death from the show.

Payton is told to give her a shoulder massage while she watches the TV, and the boy has to climb behind the couch where she sits. He openly scowls before doing what is told. At the same time, Betsy has Patrick giving her a feet massage. The only good thing the poor boy can thank for is that her feet does not smell unpleasant, at least. Then a moment later Preston walks out from the kitchen, carrying a giant ball of popcorn in his hands. Salty, with a bit of butter, just like how she orders it. She particularly praises him, with a promise of extra spinach in his share. The boy simply beams at that, earning a slight bit of jealousy from his brothers. If he can do better, then so can they. Their eyes are still trained on the spinach nuzzled in her robust chest, determined to earn their reward.

Thus Payton presses hard on her shoulders, unawarely putting too much strength on the woman until she winces in pain from the heavy pressure. She tells him to stop, but her sudden distress does not solely comes from the boy behind her, but the one massaging her by her feet. The pressure that Patrick puts on the soles of her feet is way too strong for the comfort of a normal human such as her. But even as she yells for them to stop, they can not hear her, too focused on thinking about their reward. Only when they realize their mistakes that it is already too late. In the end, instead of earning the desired reward, they are given a new kind of punishment.

“Payton! Patrick!” Two of the twins flinch when she shouts out their name in anger. Uh oh. This is not a good sign.

“Yes, Betsy?” They try to act innocent and guilty at the same time, almost this close to real pulling the wool from her eyes, if not for the still throbbing pain caused by their so called ‘massage’. She means, serious! What kind of a five year old has a strength such as this? This is just too unpredictably insane. But, she is still the adult around here, and it has fallen into her hands to straighten up some rules in the house. If you do something wrong, there will be some consequences.

She swiftly puts the two in front of her, each dangling from her tights, before smacking her palm hard onto their asses. She hopes that it hurts as much as they hurt her. Judging from the sound of the two boys groaning in pain, it seems like she has just done the right deed. She settles them back on their feet after that.

“Don’t try to act sweet to me. You will be punished if you do something wrong. Don’t misunderstand me. I am doing this for your own good, so that you will try harder not to repeat the same mistake twice. Got it?” To be honest, she sounds more like a dictator who deems herself to always be right, and it frustrates the boy. But if she can cook the dish that they want, then they guess it will not hurt to try a little bit more.

Payton and Patrick end up rubbing their butt with their hands, still feeling a little bit of a sting for a while. In the entire time, Parker and Preston are glaring at the woman. How dare she hurts their brothers? The four join in a line and throw snarky looks at her, each with one eye glaring and the other pulled closed, with their fists on their waist. Betsy glares back, not afraid of appear threatening in front of these kids. Each side to look more menacing than the other, and soon this childish standoff ends with both opposite sides in a more intense rivalry.

“What are you looking at?” she tsks.

“We want spinach. You promised,” they demand.

“After I am done relaxing, then you can have your reward. But after all that tension, we are back to square zero. You’ll have your brothers to thank for,” she retorts bossily, before dropping herself back into the couch.

But if she thinks that she can break off their unison, she is dead wrong. The siblings have been through tooth and nail together. The go together and they thrive together. If she thinks that they are going to start blaming and fighting each other, she can kiss that fat chance a goodbye.

Her treatment only causes the quadruplets to grow wary. Is this really worth it? This woman proves to be more troublesome that she is worth. They throw glances at each other, silently discussing their doubts. But so far, she has only demands, with no results. What is she is tricking them into helping her for nothing? As if she lied? Finally, after seemingly to have come up with a similar conclusion, they all nod to each other.

“We,”

“Don’t,”

“Think,”

“So!”

They speak in turns.

“Well then, if you’re not gonna listen to me, then I guess there will be no more spinach of any of you young misters!” she exclaims, about to turn to leave then in the living room, with their spinach still with her person. Betsy might have forgotten about the object, since the size fits in between her breasts so well. But the brothers are still aware. The sight of their promising dinner leaving their line of sight does the trick, causing anger to build and boil in their veins.

All of a suddenly, Betsy feels overwhelming weight on her back. She turns around, only to discover that the quadruplets have jumped on her back. Their weight is too much for her to hold, especially juggling with her high heels. As a result, she topples forward, bringing the four toddlers down with her.

Once laying on the carpet, the siblings work quickly, each grabbing her limbs. Parker grabs her right arm while Payton takes her left side. Patrick and Preston jump to her feet, each weighing her down with their body mass on right and left.

“Now what?” they all exclaims in question. If one of them leave their posts, Betsy might take advantage of that chance and try to shake them off. Despite the fact that they are bigger in number, Betsy is still the adult, with bigger strength and intellect.

So one of them, Parker comes up with an idea. He winks at his brothers, before getting to move. While his lower half is still putting her arm down, his upper half reaches out to the can of spinach. The movement is not without some difficulties of its own. For example, he has to sacrifice putting on weight on her wrist, and working more towards reaching out his short arm towards his goal. The other three watches carefully, each rooting for his success.

Parker manages to crawl up to Betsy’s upper arm. One arm is resting against her, his upper body density digging into her smooth, creamy skin, while the other begins to expand out. The boy manages to grab another inch of skin, this time turns out to be the upper half of her right breast. “Hey!” Betsy exclaims in a protest, annoyed that the brat is able to overpower her like this. Curse these kids! Screw babysitting. This is a warzone.

“Get off me, you nasty brats!” she shouts out again, struggling from their hold. But to matter how hard she moves her arms and legs, the boys persistently clutches to their tiny, tenacious grips.

The boy on her right arm keeps trying to crawl up to her, obviously trying to take over the can of spinach. Betsy is impressed at how strongly the vegetables hold out, tidily still intact inside the silver packaging, despite herself having been yanked down and falls to the floor.

Now his hand is groping her right boob, sinking into the mass while still trying to maintain his balance on top of her arm. He tries to reach further, lifting his hands to climb further, only to slip from the equilibrium his body has. As a result, he falls down fast. Thankfully, her breast is there to break his fall, causing the boy to tumble down face first into her bust. The meat there is firm yet soft, and Parker struggles hard to regain his balance. Feeling a little bit disorientated from the quick impact, the small boy feel like he is trapped above her body.

The good news is — or bad, depending on whose perspective — her arm is now free from his hold. She uses it to remove the brat off her breast, but the boy moves fast, quickly grabbing the ball of meat in return. So when she tries to pull him off, pain suddenly jolts from her chest. She looks down, solely to see Parker holding onto her right tit stubbornly. His arms and legs are trapping the soft jug, while the side of his face smacks against the exposed skin there whenever he experiences an impact from having her trying to yank him off.

Betsy pulls repeatedly, but the boy manages to keep himself attached to her can — not exactly the type of can that he is looking for, though. The woman groans in frustration, because she is only hurting herself whenever she tries to pull. Not to mention that the other three brats are still weight her other ends down. How the heck is she going to get herself out of this mess? Nasty little brats!

Since the boy refuses to be pulled away, he can stay! Betsy pounders in exasperation. Her hand lets go of the back of his shirt. The break allows Parker to exhale in relief, but it does not last long. The “nanny” pulls back, only to have her palm swinging back. It collides to his buttcheeks in an angry slam. Hot stings burn his back, and the boy groans from the impact, his facial expression echoing her anger with equal frustration, if not more.

She might have spanked the boy, but the collision impact vibrates from his butt to the breast he is crawling on top of. Hurting him is also hurting her, but right now she is running out of ideas. If this is the only way she can think off punishing him, then so be it. The boy needs to be disciplined. Badly.

The other three watches as they brother Parker is being smack in the butt repeatedly, causing him to bounce against her breasts. Yet the boy still tries to reach out his arm towards the spinach, which for some unfortunate reason, has not becomes nearer despite the efforts he puts. Why does it have to be so far away?

They want to help him, but are torn between moving from their holding posts and risking releasing the woman, to saving him from the irritable physical torture. Parker must have seen the looks they have in their faces, because he looks up towards them in between spanks and shakes his head. He can take it. This is nothing. He is already so close. He can not risk failure, he thinks determinedly.

Betsy started the spanking to punish the boy, but the more her palm collides to his buttcheeks, the stronger is the impact resonating to her right breast. The skin there is taunted so much that her hard bud starts to poke through the fragile silk of her red dress. The little hands of her boob wanders around, struggling for a good grip while the impact on his butt causes his body to vibrates and moves ever so slightly from his spot. Parker feels around until his tiny palm wraps around an odd beaded shape beneath the red fabric. He glances up towards Betsy, who appears to be a little bit troubled from whatever it is she is doing.

Curious, Parker pulls at the poking nub, feeling the hard yet soft texture in his hand. He accidentally pulls hard enough to earn a howl of pain from the woman, her scream ringing into his rings so hard that he needs to pull back and closes his ears. That seems to does the trick though, so he takes advantage of her weaken moment to reach for the spinach. The can has sinked into her dress, much lower than before, thanks to all the movements and shaking. He is so close. The toddler reaches out to the object, but before he can grab it, a large hand yanks him off. Parker persists, trying to keep himself embedded to the spot. He manages to crawl further in, despite the hard pull that prevents him from moving forward. He slips once, only to catch himself in the middle. Parker suddenly jumps back, loosening the hold on his shirt, only to sprint back into the cave of her breasts. He manages to grab a handful of spinach, but his hold grows loosen. The strings of green escape from his clenched fist, and in the end only able to grab a few small amount.

Betsy gulps when the boy takes the little bits of spinach he has and swallows it. His strength increases from consuming the food, and he uses it to his advantage to the fullest, releasing himself from her hold and crawls back in. His face goes into her cleavage, pushing and sliding carefully in between the two large t**s. The air supply in there is limited, and Parker travels down carefully yet quickly. He is able to shove his upper body in, but the can slips even further. Betsy yelps in surprise, not expecting the cold can to slide further, yet alone having the brat nozzled in between her breasts. He slowly creeps in further, causing friction on her sensitive skin there. She tries to pull him off, but Parker pulls back, causing more contradiction of the side of his face against her inner bosom. An evitable groan escapes her lips, especially from the sensation her chest is experiencing. Both of her nubs are standing hard now, piercing against the front of her dress dangerously sharp. She unconsciously lifts up her waist in response, thrusting it against the air.

Parker eventually ables to shift his legs in. He crawls deep into the cavern of her boobs, completely unaware of what is causing her increasing distress. His mind is only set on one thing, but the further in he gets, the move the can slips down. It eventually stops inching lower when a small red fabric of the woman’s panties jams it off its track. Parker takes the opportunity to grab the mouth of the can, pulling it with him. Now that he already gets the spinach in his hand, Parker is ready to leave. Betsy swallows audible hard as she watches the boy crawling back out with the can in tow.

Her breasts seem to grow large this time, making the path out even narrower than it already was. The front of her dress has tightened up, stretching the fabric there, testing its limits. Those jugs of hers have enlarged so much, they look like they are practically about to give out and cause her breasts to bust out at any given moment.

The kid rises up through her heavy jugs, pushing them apart so that he can slip through. A stifled moan escape from Betsy’s throat, feeling crowded from his presence beneath her dress. Parker stubbornly pulls at his can, causing something cold to hit her breasts. Her body shakes from the contact, shifting left and right in an attempt to try inching herself away from the suddenly cool sensation on her receptive skin. She shoves her free hand inside in an effort to pull him out of there faster. But Parker thinks that she is trying to prevent him from doing so, since she has done nothing but blocks him way. The boy’s hands are both too occupied, so he resolves to biting instead. Betsy lets out a cry of pain when he does, retrieving her hand back to herself. What an ungrateful brat!

At this point, Betsy is sweating a lot. Not just from the workout her body gets when she tries to shake them off, but also from the effect she experiences when the boy crawls on top of her, her slapping his buttocks, and also as he tries to push back out from her now taunted bits. All of the combination above is driving her crazy, making her mind slowly going blank. Her breasts are practically covered in sweat from corner to corner, causing Parker to slip a couple of times from just how slippery her skin has become. At one time, he lands face her, planting right to the side of her left boob. At another incident, he accidentally loses his footing, forcing him to grab onto whatever he can get, which turns out to be her left n****e. He hold on to her hard nub dearly, another hand still clenching into the can of spinach.

“You can do it!” he can hear his brothers shouting with encouragement. That’s right. He can not fail them. He has to stay strong. Parker pushes the can out first, before climbing through and out of her humid dress. The fresh air hits her nostril sweetly. He still keeps his hold on her tit tightly, unable to let go until he is completely out. When he jumps out, the dress snaps, the strings too fragile to hold on to the yanking force. Parker might have escaped now, but in turns Betsy’s breasts fall out from her clothes, making them giggle in the air from the resilience. Two healthily tan jugs stare back at the boys, free for all to see. They can not believe just how big they are.

Each of her breast are about the size of their head. They look positively heavy, they have to wonder how this fragile looking woman can still stand on her own two feet without falling down at every other second. They are soaking wet from how hard she is sweating, the boys can trace their eyes on each of the droplets trailing down her aching flesh. Her beige n*****s stand out provocatively, growing even large from the cold air that is biting onto her skin.

While the brothers are too busy ogling at her nicely shaped boobs, Betsy takes the time to grab a hold on the spinach and shakes them off. All four of them tumbles down from her body almost too easily, too distracted by the bouncing soft meat. If she had known that all she had to do was strip, she would have done so. It must be mesmerizing to gaze upon such beautiful soft mounts. They are so distraught from the sight that they even forgot to hold on to her. Now free, Betsy is once again able to do as she pleases. With a victorious, evil smirk, she heads to the highest counter she can find and place the can on top of it, furthest away from their reach. It is only after it is too late when the boys take notice of what the supposed “nanny” has done. No! Their spinach! Great, now how can they get it again? Their stomachs growl from the disappointed thought.

The boys send her their angry scowls, but those faces are quickly turned to agitation when her long shadows hover over them, her eyes practically sparkling with cruel intent. Grinning sinisterly like a scary monster, Betsy grabs each of the boys by the back of their shirts and piles them up in one aligned hill. Parker, Payton, Patrick and Preston in that order, Parker being at the top of the pile so that he can feel the hardest when she spanks him.

She makes them face her, catching on how her boobs heaves up and down as her breathing rages. Those smokey blue eyes stare down at them with dark intend while her nose exhales rude puffs of anger. Right now, she looks more like a eager monster ready to attack, rather than a human nanny. The quadruplet lift their eyes to watch as her palm downs down to their butts, connecting hard on their small buns.

“Ouch!” the four of them scream from the stinging impact, before throwing snarky glares openly at the woman. Her still free nips are bouncing when she makes the impact, causing them to giggle in turns, bouncing up and down with bubbles. When her right breast will spring up, her left breast will smack down to her stomach, making a similar slapping around. Then the right breast will bounce down to slap her diaphragm, while her left breast rebound up. That goes on for several times every time she gives them a good spanking lesson. At some point, either the boys are pulled so close against her, or she is bending her upper body to forward, that her breasts start participating in smacking them on the face also. Every time a breast make a rebound from the resilience, it will slap them right by the side of their faces, colliding in turn by one row. And then the other breast will do the same.

Betsy spanks them until sweat starts forming heavily on her skin again. Droplets of the wet trail steams down from her exposed neck, down to her bare breasts, until they stop at her n*****s, linger on the soft skin there for a while, before dropping off to pour on the boys’ faces. They cringe from the oozing stench, and flinches away when it gets to them.

“Hey! Stop that!” the quadruplets shouts out in a protest, all speaking at the same time.

“I will, if you apologize!” Betsy demands back.

“No way, old hag!” they bite back, insulting her.

“What did you just call me? Old hag? Old hag? Me? A model? How dare you!” She lands another spank, this time landing particularly though on Parker’s buttcheeks, causing Payton, Patrick and Preston to also experience the vibrating impact. “If you guys like being insolent so much, then perhaps I should just punish all of you!” Betsy continues by giving a row of quick and harsh slams, causing the boys’ ass to sting until they are glowing red underneath their pants. When she gets tired of swinging her arms so much, she takes a short break, allowing the boys to catch their breaths. But it is not long before she goes at it again, until they break down.

However, these kids are as hard-headed as she is. Instead of breaking down crying like any other children their age as supposed to at this point, they only keep glaring at her, no matter what comes their way. It doesn't matter if it is her flying naked breasts to their faces, or her palm on their stinging behind. They keep their eyes trained at her, hard and revengeful. They can not wait until they get their chance for retaliation, and the woman laughs at their persistency. They are clearly showing a great deal of endurance, but just how far can they take this?

Betsy then lays them all out on a table, suddenly getting irritated by their determination. Using both of her palms in turn, she slaps all of their asses with one long swing, while they are positioned on all fours, their asses hanging up. The boys groan in protest, but her violence only seems to harden them up. She keeps spanking them, her body sweat and her breasts bouncing from all the movement she makes. She even pulls down their pants at some point, only so that they can feel more pain from the impact. But these boys are too stubborn to let out a cry, despite their buttcheeks growing even redder — maybe even as red as her torn dress.

When that does not work either, she goes back to pulling the bunch to her lap, this time with their heads facing out. All four kids are laid out in a line in front of her, their red cheeks flaming from their pale skin. Damn, how they have high tolerance on pain. Now she is spanking them again, this time each of their pants already pulled down to the length of their ankles. This allows her to view the wee things dangling in between their legs, and they all stand up like steel, ready to combust. Interesting. A nasty idea occurred to her. Instead of using her palm to spank them this time, she uses her heavy breasts, swing them right and left to slap against their tiny meat buns. The collision is just as hard, yet heavier. This earns another row of groans and yelps from the boys, their voices echoing through the room.

What Betsy does not know is that the neighbors are hearing them, and they start to grow concerned after a while. She is caught in surprise when she hears the doorbell rings. No way? Is it Philip and Olive? But that is way too soon! They couldn’t have ended the date in just . . . what, one hour? No, that can’t be them.

As the woman is too consumed by her thoughts and panic, the boys only snigger with each other. She is busted! Wait until their uncle see their state of physique. Then he will throw her out and lash out on her. Then she will be fired without even getting paid a single cent. Serves her right for being so mean and cruel! And bossy too!

“Wait over here. Pull up your pants. And do you dare go telling on me, or you will earn something even worst,” Betsy turns to them, giving them an I-mean-it look. She waits until she gets some sort of silence confirmation that they understand what she means, before she hurriedly stands up. She opens a random closet to find a jacket in there. She puts it on, enough to cover her upper nakedness. The doorbell rings for the second time when she finally gets to it, opening and sliding it open wide.

“Yes?”

“Is everything okay? We heard screaming and yelling,” a pair of middle-age couple asks with concerned looks on their faces.

Betsy clings to the jacket tightly, just to be sure that she will not give them a heart attack by making a nip-slip. She literally has nothing else to cover her upper half other than this jacket. “Oh, it was nothing. You know how kids can be. Sorry if we trouble you,” she quickly comes up with an excuse, displaying a perfectly practised charming smile. “By the way, nice to meet you. I’m the new nanny,” she extends her hands, which they take in friendly gestures.

“Nice to meet you. We’re just from next door. If you need help with anything, feel free to knock our door. We understand what you’re going through, having been parents and all. The good thing is, they all have already grown up by now,” they say.

True to be honest, she could have make this night easy by simply giving the boys what they want. But in her dictionary, bad behaviours do not equal rewards. She will not allow these boys to enjoy something when they are supposed to be punished for rebelling against her orders. Bad behaviour is equal to punishment.

“Really? Thank you! I will make sure to remember that.” They end their conversation short. They say their goodbyes and go into their respective houses. But when she comes back, Betsy is welcomed with an unpleasant sight of having the living room completely cleared of the brats. Where did they go?

There is only one good guess, and that is the kitchen. She ventures into the area, and obviously enough, they are in there, trying to use a ladder to climb up the spinach cabinets. The sight turns her face to furious, and the four gulps in dread at the display of her emotions. This will not go well, they think horridly.

“What did I say about staying put?” she lashes out, stomping to their direction in three long steps, before grabbing them one by one by the back of their shirts. They all scramble in panic, but she manages to catch each of them, pitting them by her underarm. Some of them has their heads pushed against her breasts, which are still as huge as ever. Seriously, they are more like balloons, but too firm and persistent to be considered as one.

As Betsy gathers them, the kids struggle from her hold, eventually knocking her off balance from all the ruckus. Her body leans back and she accidentally collides with a counter, where she placed the already opened can. It falls down on her, the content pouring down on her. It slips inside to every single crack, even beneath the jacket. She can feel some of the gooey chunks going down her cleavage, while some of them even manages to slip further down her mid section. Eew! Great! Now she really has to take a shower, on top of everything. She promises to herself that that will be the first thing she does right after this. But first, she needs to take care of these boys.

Before she can do anything else though, the boys interrupt her by climbing on to her, their mouths open and their tongues sticking out to lick off the green off of her body. Parker climbs to the side of her cheek to lick up some of the spinach that got to the side of her face, Payton heads down to her knees, where some of the food was able to land itself down there. They boys move like dogs — no, more like puppies — sniffing and licking off everywhere. And to top it all off, Patrick just has to zip open the jacket, exposing the bare upper half underneath. Preston starts to lick on her skin there, cleaning off her flat stomach, while Patrick climbs onto her right breast, eating off the laid out spinach over there. The overwhelming sensations of having their warm, tiny tongues flicking on her skin from all over the different places from across her body is making her shiver on the spot so hard. They lick her off so intensely and frisky that she has barely enough time to stop them from going off further above the line. It does not take time before her knees buckle, collapsing against the nearest counter, causing the edge of the hard surface to dig into her buttocks.

“N-no . . . stop this . . .” she stutters.

But the brothers simply ignore her weak demands, too focused on eating the spinach off of her body. At one point, Patrick eats so lively that some of the spinach slips further down to where her n****e is. The boy automatically crunches down, wrapping his mouth widely around the hardening bead over there. Betsy yelps instantly, and he sucks and bites and licks without mercy, never breaking off the pace he has so well. His sole focus is to eat, and eat he does. He does not care that the woman is hurting because of his actions. Well, at least it is well deserved, after what she did them.

Betsy can not believe that this is happening, but could it be that what they are doing actually . . . excites her? No, that can not be! Then what is this familiar sense of losing oneself that she is experiencing? Her body does not go to this heightened state, until when something lewd is done to her body, like right now. Surely they do not mean this to happen. Heck, even she does not want this to happen to her. But the truth still stinks. She is enjoying this — well, at least her body is.

The woman can even feel herself slowing getting wet down there. Her eyes bulge from shock from the recognition, and she lets out a strangled, unsuppressable moan. The toddles just keep on eat, wanting to make sure that they get their fair share as much as possible. They even lick off the spinach juice off her, to make sure that they taste every single last drop of it. What they are not aware of is how they are making this woman feel, with their small mouths on her skin. She is experiencing immense pleasure that is slowing building up inside of her. With every bit of their licking and biting manage to knock down the dam that she has been holding tightly in. She hates to admit this, but they are slowly making a great effect on her body.

Betsy tries to suppress the emotions they exposed her to, but she can not. The more she keeps it in, the more is weighting and building down inside her. She feels like she is about to explode at any given moment. She knows that this is totally wrong. It is not like she is lusting after these brats — she is not a pedophile! But that does not mean that whatever they are doing with their mouths do not influence her bodily needs. For heaven’s sake! She is on the edge of coming over here!

“No, stop this!” When all seems to fail, she finally blurs out the words she dreads to use, and throws in what they have wanted all along. “Look, I’ll even cook more spinach for you lot. All triple the amount until you all can stuff yourselves silly!”

At that offer, all four stops feasting of her poor, tormented body.

“Spinach!”

“Yes!”

“More!”

“Food!”

Parker, Payton, Patrick and Preston each scream out in turns. They hop off her body and direct themselves to the dinner table, sitting on their respective chairs, each of their names crafted by the back of it. They move as if nothing happened, sitting patiently for her to prepare what she has promised. Oh good riddance. What has she gotten herself into? Betsy never thought that a babysitting gig would turn out this hard. She is practically moments away from breaking her dam, but the boys throw threatening glares at her when she tries to get out of the kitchen. She only wants to take care of herself and clean all of this mess up, but one look from the boys indicate that they are not afraid to repeat what has transpired if she does not intent to fill out their end of the deal. It is not like she is feeling off double-crossing their trust — which she doubts they have on her in the first place — but she is really walking on bombs right now. If she does one wrong move, she will be forced to come on the kitchen floor — and that is hardly ethical.

“I’ll be right back. Just stay still,” she tells them, breaths hitching.

“We want now! You promised!” the four exclaims at the same time with high-pitch, sore voices.

“Okay, okay, fine. Hold your horses. You want me to cook them now? Fine! I’ll cook your dang food. Just like this!” She flaunts her state of nakedness, her breasts bouncing in effect, before she heads to the cabinets and pulls out six cans of spinach. She immediately gets to work, chopping, oiling, and stirring. In the span of ten minutes, she has all extra serving ready for the kids. She pours each share to their destinated plates right in front of them, her breasts brushing and pressing hard against each other as she moves her arms. Her legs are still pressed together this whole time, her libido only building up as time flows by. To her, it feels more like ten hours than ten minutes. She has been holding it all in this whole time. She does not think she has ever cooked that fast before, since she is not even that proficient in the area.

The quadruplets are too busy enjoying their meals to notice how Betsy barely makes it to the nearest bathroom. Once she is inside, something wet leaks down from her legs, pouring uncontrollably. She wants to stop to close the door, but she can not even do that. She has already past her breaking point. The wet, sticky substance just keeps on flowing, staining her from the lower half. Her body shivers from the process, riding through the climax. The kids barely notice what is happening to her though, too hungry to pay much attention to anything else. Plus, they don't really care for her. Okay, perhaps a little bit. She does cook the spinach well. Maybe it is also because they are in the state of hunger, but the dish tastes even better compared to how their uncle usually serve it. Maybe they do want to keep her around, after all. Just for the spinach dish, though. Her mean lady attitude? No thanks!

Betsy has to take a long, cold shower after that incident. She makes sure to wash herself thoroughly, then produces to borrow one of Olive’s clothes from the room her cousin shares with her boyfriend. They are that serious, huh? As Betsy dresses herself up, the boys make their ways to the room. She appears much more tranquil with the new outfit, almost making them forget about how nasty she can really be.

“Good news, Betsy!” one of them announces.

“Oh yeah? What?” she asks with a sharp tone.

“We’ve decided to keep you,” another says.

“Keep me?” she can only echoes with a disbelieve tone.

“Yeah. You made good spinach. We like,” the third confirms with a nod.

“Well, what if I don’t want to come back here again? I think you guys are pretty handful for me to take care off, and it has only been a few hours.”

“Come on, Betsy! Don’t you like it here?”

“No, I don’t,” she responds flatly.

“Not even a teeny-tiny bit?” What? Are they trying to act cute and adorable now? Betsy can not believe this, but she thinks she is starting to fall for their display of adoration. How can one resist such impeccable mind attacks?

“Alright then,” she finally says, “If you can proceed to the rest of the night without causing troubles, I might consider your request.”

“Really?” they chirp in unison.

“But don’t get your hopes up. I said I will consider it,” Betsy says, but the four cheers as if she has already said yes. Perhaps she has. The look she has on her face does not spell out like she is still holding a grudge anymore.

The nanny eventually assist them in taking quick warm baths, since they have also become quite sweaty from the ordeal. After that, she dries them up with large towels and works like how a nanny is suppose to work. She even makes sure that each of them brush their teeth properly, though she can not help but to scare them a bit. She teases them, that if they do not clean their teeth the right way thoroughly, they will eventually fall of their mouth, and the kids will not be able to eat anymore of her delicious spinach cooking anymore. That instantly scare them enough to make them brush thoroughly.

Once they are individually dressed in their pijama, Betsy leads them to their shared bedrooms. They are four tiny poster beds for each of the child, and they climb into theirs sleepily. It has been quite a night, after all, so there is no wonder why they appear so tired. She tucks them into the bed. When they ask her to tell a bedtime story though, she refuses, saying that she is also tired and need to sleep, just to be spiteful. Besides, it is not really in her nature to be overly nice to other people. So instead, she tells them to imagine what kind of dish they will want to eat the next time she comes to visit. That seems to shut them up, and makes them fall asleep soon enough.

By the time Philip and Olive return, they find an asleep Betsy on the couch, already wearing a different set of outfit that looks closely similar to what belongs to Olive. Or perhaps it is hers? Well, not that she really minds. The kids must have make quite a mess, to cause the high and picky Betsy to wear outfits that do not belong to her choice of style. When the couple checks on the quadruplets, they are pleased to find that they all have been sound asleep into dreamland. It seems like they are not wrong in choosing the young woman to babysit. Everything appears to have ran smoothly.

Maybe they will hire her again, if another date night is scheduled.

And perhaps they do not have to wait for so long until the next weekend.

. . . . .

It is already way past midnight when the quadruplets blink open their eyes and start to creep up from their beds, reach nodding at each other with mischievous, plotting winks. They had a truce with Betsy, that is true. But what she does not know is that it was just a small part of their elaborate revenge plan. The boys had taken their time to discuss their strategy once they had quickly finished their meal, talking in whispered urgency while the supposedly “nanny” was taking her shower. Even though Betsy has given then what they have demanded for dinner, they still had some unfinished business with the woman, namely on getting back to her for spanking them cruelly for no good reason. Yes, these four brothers have some off moments as well, but that did not mean that they deserved to be treated like that. They can not accept this! Their revenge must be exact! She needs to get a taste of her own medicine.

The four of them sneak out from their bedrooms, heading down through the stairs in order to get her. Betsy is lying asleep on the couch, completely oblivious to what unfortunate fate that is about to befall on her. The brothers exchange looks affirmably. They grab a rope and some other supplies from one of the cupboard storages, before begin stalking towards her soundlessly. Her big breasts rise up and down as she takes long breathes in her sleep, causing the borrowed shirt on her to tighten up to the point of almost tearing the frail material, before loosening just slightly to give her enough room to inhale more oxygen for the next intake. Her tights have gone up while she was asleep. The blanket that was put on her — most probably by Olive or Philip — has managed to end on the floor next to her in a tangled mess. The position causes the bottom of her skirt to roll up right enough, it exposes some of her dangerously nice assets. Especially with the way she is lying on her back, revealing those two nicely rounded arches. They look so firm and soft, they would probably jiggle just as easily as her breasts, what with how inviting they simply look.

The quadruplets get to work. Parker climbs to the front of the couch, a duct tape already at hand. He needs to secure her mouth first in order to ensure the continual success of what they have prepared for her. The boy walks to the corner of the room, where she rests her head against the other end of the couch. Parker slowly strips the duct tape from its holder, expanding it carefully without making a sound. The other three are not that far behind, getting to a different post each.

While Parker secures her mouth, Payton goes to climb on top of her back to weigh her down, just in case she wakes up earlier than expected. Plus, he can also act as a lookout for the group. Payton takes one foot on the couch, using it as a stepping stone to get to the woman. The boy manages to hope on top of her back, but his other footing misses its step, the distance way too far from what he has first predicted. As a result, an involuntary weeping sound escapes from his lips. The four of them hold their breath as his hands quickly reach out to grab onto the woman’s clothes, causing a loud tearing sound to rip through the room. They warily glances at Betsy, whose eyes are still closed and breathing so regularly, there is no way she is still not in a deep sleep. While the three warn him to be more careful, Payton nods and venture carefully. Just when he is about to pull back his foot though, he discovers that he can not. He looks back, only to find that it has fallen and now nested in between her tightly firm ass. Oh great.

Payton tries to yank his foot back, but the grip is too strong that he is experiencing a hard time. Everytime he tries to pull, her body will follow him, causing the woman’s ass to jiggle in place, yet still trapping his foot inside.

“What are you doing?” Patrick whisper-yells from behind, clearly frustrated by the continuous shaking. It makes him grow restless. If Betsy were to wake up and discover what they are up to, they will be in so much trouble that they will not only be a step behind, but they are facing possible chance of having to experience the same ordeal again.

“Sorry,” Payton replies back apologetically. He fails to retrieve his foot, so he guesses he will have no choice but to let it stay stuck on her butt. Besides, it is not like it will hinder him from doing his part. So he sits still, as awkward as the position forces him into.

Now that the disturbance is gone, Patrick and Preston can go back to their assigned tasks. Patrick hopes to her leg, starting to try her up from over there while Preston handles her arms. Patrick wraps the ropes around her ankles, twisting and turning it around her legs. But since the boy does not know much about rope tying, he just makes it go around her body at random. Good thing the rope is long enough to muster the kind of complicated patterns the toddler has in mind. Patrick makes the ropes go around in between her legs, wrapping it around her thighs and calves. At some point, he wraps her so sturdily that by the time he gets to the upper parts, he has to shove his hand through the remaining narrow gap. He needs to think this more thoroughly next time. Especially when he has to pass the end of the rope through the gap amidst her inner thighs, making the effort quite the struggle. The gap is this small, and his hand is this big. He tries to stuff the rope only, but it only edges up getting muddled there, so the boy needs to do this manually. This is the final turn, but Patrick has to grab a hold of Betsy in order to make it through. Unintentionally, he is so focused that he does not realize where his hand has rested itself against. Her ass. Or to be more specific, the bottom part of those firm asset of hers. They jiggle ever so slightly whenever Patrick makes an effort to past the loop. The feel of something being grazed nearby her core repeatedly makes the woman’s body unconsciously becoming turned on, causing some parts to grow wet, and some parts to grow tender and sensitive. If this goes on too much, she might be awaken.

Preston’s situation is not much better, since he knows just as much as his brother does, therefore dealing with a similar dilemma. Just like his brother, Preston also wraps the ropes in random direction around Betsy. First he focuses on her wrists, before gradually starts to go up. By the time he reaches her upper arms, he has to deal with the way her humongous volumes keep getting in the way of his work. At one time he almost falls into her bouncy breasts, this close to trapping him inside those things. At another point, he gets so way up high, he needs to juggle in between her breasts, just to get the ropes around.

Once Betsy has been completely reprimanded, the four devious boys start dragging and carrying her body towards the basement, where whatever they are planning to do with her, the sound will not reach and disturb the couple upstairs.

Betsy is laid on a plain flat table, her front facing down while her back hanging out. The boys put a wedge underneath her stomach, positioning and tying her limps up in place to make sure that her ass is arching back nicely for them all to access. Things are going to get pretty wild, and they need to tie her up well so that she will not have a chance to wiggle for her escape. One last touch, they rip of the tape, leaving a red angry mar on her mouth. Yet, they are still amazed by how unaffected she is by all of this. Unbeknown to the boys, her p***y has been slowly soaking through her panties from all of these small frictions, undoubtedly has turned into a ruined state already.

After everything is settled, one of them brings a bucket of cold water and splash it crudely against the peaceful sleeping form. Betsy screams so loud and high, her voice echoes to every corner of the basement. The impact of the sudden coldness jerks her to a rude wake, forcing her to adjust to the unfamiliar surrounding while still being disorientated. However, there is one thing that her mind recognizes — or four, to be precise.

“Are do you little brats think you are doing?” she asks through gritted teeth, already fuming with a building anger. Her face scowls into an ugly expression, distorting her beautiful features. She looks more like a devil than a model now.

The quadruplets only keeps their hands behind their backs, throwing innocent looks on her way. Each of them speak in turn.

“Well, what you did to us, of course,” Preston answers her question.

“We’re just gonna return the favor,” Patrick smiles in a suspiciously that is way too sweet.

“Yeah, we owe you that much, at least,” Payton winks at her.

“Get ready for some turbulence,” Parker exclaims, before all four of them takes out their weapons, causing Betsy’s eyes to widen from the sizes.

Wood logs, pipes, and a fly swatter. Were they hiding these things behind their backs this whole time. What are they planning to do with these? Her question is soon answered when they start heading for her back. Smack! She can feel the collision of something hard hitting her ass, leaving an angry mar on the tender skin. What the?

Smack! Goes another hit. Betsy struggles to see what is happening behind her, but she figures it all out too late. Her entire body has been bounded into a giant tangle of messy rope binds, huge roles of them wrapping and restraining her from making much movements other than mere centimeters. Betsy still tries to put herself some distance from the incoming pain, but it doesn't matter where she goes, as they will always find a way to direct the tools to her butt. “Ouch! What the heck!” Betsy yells out when one hit particularly damages a sore spot. One of them must have hit her hip bone. It doesn't matter how much she tries to wiggle herself away from the incoming impact though, because unfortunately for the woman, the boys can always get to her.

When they do not think that it is redeeming enough, one of them pulls down her panties, exposing the reddening skin underneath. Good. They want to make her suffer for at least as much as what she had put them through, if not worse. Parker, Payton, Patrick and Preston take turns in smacking her with their chosen tools, those heavy bottom of hers bouncing at every pound, looking like an elastic ball. They hit her so vigorously that her behind becomes as red as a tomato. Preston tries to pull her panties even much lower than it already is, making a strain for the material as it is withstanding the abuse along the way, occupying Betsy’s parted legs. Her breasts squeeze through her top as her body makes a resilient gravitation from every hit, causing breathing to grow hard — as if it isn’t already, what with the constant wave of pain blown in vibration through her body from her burning ass. Sweat starts to cover her, and her scream grows even louder. But even when she yells out for help from the top of her lungs, no one else is there to help her. Where are Olive and Philip? Surely they must have heard her?

In the actual matter, the quadruplets had taken it upon themselves for another backup plan when they were heading downstairs. They had allow themselves some time to snuck into the their uncle’s room and stuffed a handful of earplugs to the sleeping couple. This way, they will not be woken up by any sort of noise, no matter how loud it gets.

The repeated motion of her ass being pound, combined with the stiffening position she is forced into makes her sore beyond measure. Betsy sorts to cursing and screaming, yet her tormented expression only seems to fuel the brats to spank her even more. The friction of her body bruising is so bad that her labia starts bruising against each other, gradually building up with uncomfortable feeling that travels to her core. If this continues on, she will be reduced to the point where she is dripping with her juice very soon.

Shit! She has been tricked! She should never have accepted the truce and let her guard down. And now, look at what she has gotten herself into? They had bound and spank her until her brain melts and her p***y drenching wet. She hates this! She does not want to feel this way through her body. The slowly burning ass, combined with her clenched inner muscles, makes her feel like she is being pushed too hard to the edge. Her body is sweating so much at this point, they are most probably visible, trailing excess liquid from the skin of her face, chest, and back. The way that cold air passes through her intimate skin down there does not help it either. Although it sooths the fire on her behind, it only makes her core becomes receptive.

Betsy does not know why her body's reaction this way. Okay, so it is painful, and that is normal, but she does not like how turned on by these crude treatment. She can not believe that her body is brought to a heightened sense by a handful of brats like them. No, she refuses this. Her mind can deny it, but her body is loving it. Sure, she has been through a few midnight romps that are leaning more towards the rougher sides, but those have all been done by grown male adults, not kids. Betsy knows that she should have seen this coming, what with how unfairly she has treated them most of the time for most of this evening, but that does not mean that she will just accept this little revenge of them. Yeah, that’s right. It is not in her bones to simply just give up. She is a grown adult. She must figure something out.

The woman tries to feel around the restrains, trying to test any loose ends. She can not move that much anywhere, but if she makes use of the continual impact they are putting her through, maybe the force will be strong enough to loosen up some of the ties. The plan is a long shot, and almost her entire body and limbs have been tied up thoroughly. Only her breasts, face, and intimate places are not being completely wrapped with the bonds. So she relaxes herself and lets them have her, smacking her ass from four different directions until her butt gets even hotter — and not in the good way. It stinks and hurts everywhere, she bets that by the time they are through with her, she will not be able to walk properly for quite some time. Damn these kids! Damn her weakness! She does not like this ordeal every one bit of it. She still curses her entire way though, letting them know just how furious she is still, despite being so worn out from the pain.

Parker uses a block of wood to smack her ass.

Payton uses a long pipe to bang her rear up.

Patrick has a big fly swatter in his hands, slapping her bubble butt like there is no tomorrow.

Preston got another wood block, hitting her square by the center of her booty.

The four of them spank her right back, punishing the woman just as hard as how she did to them. They will not rest until they give back every single sting of pain to her, which is a lot, considering how far she has abused her power over them. They spank her until her entire big wide ass turns red all over. They spank her until she starts to sweat so much that it pools on the wooden table beneath her. Her bottom part sweats a lot the most. Wait, is that really sweat? Or it is that a very clear colored pee? No, that can not be. But what is it? It is so sticky. One of them, Payton shoves his pipe, feeling around, trying to find the source. When he pulls back, the other end of his pipe is covered with some glossy, transparent stickiness. What is this? Shrugging his shoulder, he goes back to spanking her with the tool, the pipe still stained with the mysterious liquid.

Betsy is trying to control herself as best as she can when she can feel something large and cool being trace outside of her entrance. Her body shivers so much from how hard she tries to contain the loud moaning that is threatening to erupt from her throat. She can not let this happen. No, she can’t. This is the last shred of her pride, and she is not giving it away so easily. She does not care, even when the pipe is nuzzling her lower lips apart and intimidating her hole with the slightly rugged end. Thankfully, it retrieves itself soon, allowing Betsy a small room for breathing, even though the toddles never give her a single break from all the spanking lessons they are exacting upon her. Damn! They can be exasperating when they want to be. Aren’t they tired? Why can’t they just stop? She does not think she can take this anymore. She tries to rely on loosening the ties, but it seems like it is not happening soon. She can not do this.

Perhaps she should just give up, after all? Will that be a better choice? She will have to force herself to swallow her gigantic pride and apologize to them, but will it all be worth it? A particular nasty smack to the arch of her tender ass manages to change her mind in a snap. Okay! She needs to just give up and say sorry. Surely, they will not be able to continue spanking her afterwards, right?

Wrong.

Betsy has indeed attempt to make a truce — for real this time. Her ass can not take another beating from their smacking tools. It is hard to do. Her voice is shaky. Mostly from the shivering pain and her messed-up condition. Drool is dripping from the sides of her lips. Sweat is covering her entire body in a thick coat of salty and stinkiness. Her bare ass is beating so hard from all of the hurting. And it seems like she is minutes away from exploding. She does not know how she is still able to speak, but she manages, somehow. More sticky, wet juices are overflowing from her tight canal whenever she tries to do as much as breathing or speaking so much, the vibration traveling down to her ever sensitive skin.

“L-look, kids . . . I-I a-m s-s . . .” Betsy chokes on the words, the action too unnatural for her. She is not used to apologizing, and she is mustering everything that she has in order to do this. “S-s-so-sorr . . .” She stumbles again. Betsy tries to clench her guts, but unintentionally releasing more of her sweet juices to the table. Some even stick so much, they leak and trail down from her tights. No. She has to get herself together. This is not gonna end unless she really means it. “I’m sorry, okay!” she shouts out, irritated and distressed mixed together in her tone.

The pounding stops all at the same time. Each of the quadruplet looks at her face now, not her bottom.

“What was that?” Parker asks.

“Did you say something?” Payton lifts his eyebrow.

“We couldn’t really hear you,” Patrick gives a frown.

“Yeah, we were too busy spanking you to hear anything else,” Preston grins mischievously.

Betsy clenches her teeth in frustration. Surely they must have heard her just now. Or else, why else would they stop on their tracks? They must have done this on purpose, so that she will have to repeat the words that she hates so much. Though as much as she does not like apologizing to another, she does not like the pain the a never ending row of spanking brings her. With a forced containment, Betsy makes herself repeats her apology.

“I’m sorry for abusing my authority to punish you guys unfairly. I am admitting my mistakes. Isn’t that what you guys want to hear from me?”

“Well, not really,” Parker shrugs his shoulders.

“We just want to punish you back,” Payton says.

“We want you to go through the same pain as you did us,” Patrick exclaims.

“It’s just revenge, after all,” Preston finishes.

Then they continue where they left off, this time tossing their tools and rendered to using their own hands instead. The collision of a small palm landing on the center of her butt so hard makes the meat there bounces, while Betsy lets out a roar of pain. The f**k? She has went through all of that to say sorry, and this is how they repay her? Fine then, if rough is how they want to play, then so be it. Betsy starts to rock her body left to right in anger, the strong emotion powering her to pull on the tight restraints. The ropes dig into her skin when she does that, pushing herself to stretch the stiff materials so much, but she can not care about that right now. She can deal with more pain later. But right now, all she feels is rage.

The boys have been in power for most of the time, but it starts to shake down when Betsy begins to rebel. The restraints are starting to give out from how much she is pulling, and they need to act fast to exact stage three: spanking rain.

Parker and Payton suddenly moves to the front, facing the furious woman. Each of them take one breast, rising them up with their hands. One breast is heavy enough that one boy has to to the whole lifting part, while the other takes his turn to slap the breast back to her chest. Betsy coughs in surprise from the impact, backing away from them, thrashing forgotten. She has nowhere else to go through. Parker lifts the left side of her boob, which hangs right in front where he is standing. Payton takes his turn to spank her breast there, making the meat bounces back springly. Then Payton will take his shift and lift her right breast, while his brother pouches on it. The two takes turn vigorously, while the other two are busy at her back.

Patrick will pinch her left butt, before spanking it to the outward direction, pulling her skin to an unnatural angle. Preston sees and copies his brother, doing the nasty pinching thing, before smacking her right ass away from the bottom, causing those two jiggling bubbles to bounce apart. Betsy lets out a groan, clearly frustrated with the way they disrespectfully treats her tender skin. How dare they do this to her?

As it turns out, the table she is placed at is a rounded, twistable furniture. The four then decides to change their tactic after a while and jumps off the table. The take a different post each, before they start turning the table. So when one kid will act as the table turner, the other three will to the spanking. The table’s height is low enough that it allows them to reach to her ass or breasts. Her assets bounce and jiggle uncontrollably as the table spins underneath her, causing her to feel nausea soon enough that the pain becomes a blur in the background. The kids spank her parts until their own palms turn red, yet they still are not satisfied enough.

“If you really want us to forgive you, then you must endure this much,” all four brothers say at the same time in synchronize.

Betsy hardly has any time to reply, because she is soon being whirled around yet again, hands held out to meet her supply and delicate booties and boobies.

They then change her tied up position, bending her body and pulling the ropes until she is made settled into a half standing, half kneeling position. That is when the boys make their way to smack her by the ass, before passing through her legs. They go around and around, staying in the line to make a loop of unending butt-smacking session like a snake. Betsy’s physique is athletic enough to endure the pose, but not for her, as her body starts to shake even merely seconds in. Her current position is not fit enough to allow her plenty of stamina to maintain her position. In the end, she shags against the binds, the ropes digging into her skin as she resigns to her fate. When her body bends even lower, the boys are able to get to spanking her even harder. Each spank causes her body to jolt just from the force, making her breasts jiggle, and her legs dripping wet. But even as her sweat rain down on them, the kids do not care. They only care about finding new and creative way to inflict more spanking onto her.

At some point, they even resort back to their tools. Some will spank her from the front, some form the sides, and some from dead center. But what hurts more is when they hit her from below. That is a sore spot! “Ouch!” she will scream in protest, throwing dead glares at the boys from behind. Then they repeat again, seeming to be more than eager to attack her weak spot. “Hey! Stop that!” she orders angrily when they do.

“Bleh! We don’t want to,” all four sticks out their tongues in a line, showing all signs of frustrating defiance.

Oh great. She tries screaming for help. She tries apologizing. But it seems like they will not settle for anything less than exacting their revenge. Betsy has no any other choice but to accept her punishment. She had been bad, and she deserves this. Her n*****s graces against her tight top every time their palm collide against her ass. Her core clenches so hard, there is no stopping from her climax from coming. The gathering pool beneath her is turning into a flood now, with white and glistening liquid mixing and dripping from her tights now. Yet despite seeing this, the boys do not even bother to stop. They keep on going, building her up in an annoying heavy stinging sensation and breaching control.

Betsy is really being put to the test when she is put in the finishing line — she does not know how she knows, or if she is even right, but it feels like a one last strike to her. She gulps nervously, her head spinning when the boy start tracing the head of their tools against her red, supply skin. She is so frail all over by this point that even tracing butterfly touches can make her gasping on the edge, combined with the strong pulsating sting. It is so difficult to gain a normal breathing pace at this point that she keeps on hitching continuously. They tease on her dainty skin, leaving tentative touches everywhere, drawing on her in random patterns. Some edges of the tools are a little bit rough, while some are dull, but she knows that they have been using the sides to spank her with. Will this be the end of their mercy? What are they trying to do to her now? Betsy’s heart hammer in her ribcage as she waits for the inevitable to happen.

Five . . . Parker trails the dull end of the wood log across her red ass.

Four . . . Payton shifts his pipe up and down over her other rear end.

Three . . . Patrick nudges on her butt little by little, jiggling it in place.

Two . . . Preston tousles her lower ass with his own stick of wood while they all share the same victorious smirk.

They know that they finally have her now.

. . . One! They all chastise her at the same time, landing a particularly powering blow to her ass so hard, Betsy lets out an ear splitting scream. She screams and screams and screams until her throat goes sore and her own ears ring from how loud she is. It is not just from the pain. She comes. She finally comes. Heavy rain pour out from her down below, splashing and shooting out like a busted tap water. She splashes herself everywhere — on herself, on the tablet, even on the boys. She does not think she has ever come this many before. By the end of the session, she is so tired and worn out that she does not even notice it when they start untying her, too confident that she will not be able to get up. At least not for the rest of the night.

“You promise you don’t do this again?” the quadruplets asks at the same time.

She can only nod weakly in return. As long as you promise to do the same, she wants to say, but the muscles on her jaws even refuse to move.

“Oh, and one more thing,” they say before they leave her there to rest, “We want more spinach!”

The woman can barely register the request, before Betsy falls asleep instantly right there and then.