They left, trying to swagger, looking back at their mother.

"They've ruined your panties, darling," Susan said to Janice. "You'll have to go home without them. Please, honey, don't say anything about this. I'll make sure they're punished for what they did to you."

"I won't," Janice sniffed. "I'd be too ashamed to say anything."

Susan cleaned the girl up as best she could, then kissed her at the door. "Don't forget, don't say a word."

She watched Janice going down the walk, then closed the door and turned, leaning there for a moment, almost crying. She was going to have to punish Freddie and Tommy, yet she hated to do it. It had been a very long time since she had spanked them, but that was what they needed right now.

Steeling herself, she walked almost stiff-legged to their room. They were on one bed, on their stomachs, whispering to each other.

Susan looked at her sons, their thighs and naked asses. She went to a drawer and pulled out a belt.

Freddie and Tommy watched her warily. They turned onto their backs, ready to cringe from the belt.

"You know that was wrong," she said, trying to keep her eyes away from their cocks and balls. "You can't go around tying up little girls and tormenting them. It's cruel for one thing, and for another, what if you were caught? We'd be run out of the neighborhood."

"Aw, Janice didn't mind, Mom," Freddie lied. "She liked it. She even asked us to tie her up and pinch her."

"That's right, Mom," Tommy said. "We didn't do anything she didn't ask us to do."

Susan glanced at their cocks. They seemed to be swelling, but she wasn't sure. The hand holding the belt trembled, and she was about to cry. Her legs shook and she sat on the bed opposite them. Her gaze kept coming back to their cocks, and her face was warm.

Freddie and Tommy looked at each other. A message seemed to pass between them. They sat up on the edge of the bed, not trying to hide their cocks and balls.