"We gotta see your cunt first, Mom," Freddie said. "We wanna see if you've got a real hairy cunt."

"Don't say that!" Susan whimpered. "Don't say those words!"

"We can say any fucking thing we wanna say," Tommy said.

"And see any fucking thing we wanna see," Freddie replied, stroking his throbbing cock. "And use this if we wanna."

As they approached her, Susan struggled again. She tried to keep them from grabbing her feet, but they were fast. She looked down as they looped ropes about her ankles, then pulled her feet apart, very wide. The only thing that kept her from falling was her arms lifted high above her. The ropes at her ankles were secured to the wall of the garage. Her legs were stretched almost three feet apart.

Next, leaving one of her wrists tied, the boys worked together until she had one arm up and out, secured to a hook they had driven into the wall. Next they retied her other arm, making their mother spread-eagled against the wall.

Susan felt so humiliated to be tied up this way. Tears were in her eyes. She couldn't move at all, and most of her weight was on her arms.

"Lift her dress," Freddie said, still stroking his cock. "Let's see Mom's panties."

"Don't!" Susan said quickly. "Don't you dare!"

"You think we should put a gag in her mouth, Freddie?" Tommy asked. "She might start screaming."

Freddie looked at their mother. "Are you, Mom? If you scream, we're gonna have to stuff something in your mouth."

Susan didn't want a gag. She was afraid it would cut off her breathing. She shook her head.

"You shouldn't be doing this to your mother," she said. "It isn't nice. Let me go now, and I won't ever say anything about Janice or this, never."

"It's too late, Mom," Freddie said. "You were gonna spank us."

"But I didn't," Susan pleaded. "I didn't spank you! Why are you being so cruel to me? I didn't spank you."