Yes Pinky's mom joins the photo

"I finished please stop! I finished making my bed! I made the bed please! Pelase stop! I'm sorry!" Pinky begged. His bed was made, but his spanking continued, quite forcefully at a casual rate while his mom mused the rather comical absurdity of a woman making fun of her own son's penis.

*Well Pinky is such a brat.* She contemplated indulging girls she favored, while her son stood quivering in place, holding his hands over his exceptionally small penis and looking up at het anxiously. The girls were also looking up at her in excited anticipation, smiling and nodding.

He would glance at the girls then back at his mom, horrified she might throw him to horny she wolves. The girls glanced at him and each other, as though asking their mom for chocolate cake which instead of eating, they got to humiliate. It already felt so good, and it would feel even better.

"Okay, yes that would be lovely!" She continued spanking Pinky while the girls cheered. The waves of excitement flowing through them turned to waves of physical pleasure, like a nonsexual orgasm passing through their limbs and torsos, while Pinky's own miserable anxiety that carried shrill static along his spine returned to outright despair.

Pinky had been denied at every turn. His mom had punished him and allowed the girls to do as they pleased, recording and taunting Pinky as she scolded and spanked him and marched him around forcing him to do his chore. Everyone would know it was his own brattiness that put him in his place, and that now, even his mom would not only spank him in front of all these girls, who were all cute rivals, but also would laugh openly about his tiny little boyhood.

She threw Pinky on his bed, face up, and held his ankles in the air. There was a large window immediately in front of him and to his right, and his sister angled her favorite camera on some books on a table above eye level to Pinky, and getting a profile view his left.

"Girls, stand by me."

The woman was joined by her daughter and friends who all smiled at the camera and wiggled their pinkies with a flash and a click, then posed other ways, smiling and pinching air while Pinky could only cry at the camera with his feet held up above him like a baby being changed. They could all see prettier women walking around uphill and looking in the windows, each one curious at the strange gathering then smiling at the realization that a naughty little boy was being spanked by his mother in front of a bunch of girls, finding it particularly funny how his legs were held up.

She held him facing the camera in various poses and raised her pinky, as did the 6 girls beside her.

Pinky's mom sat on his bed and flung him over her knee before spanking as rapidly as she had the night prior. Pinky still faced the camera as his mom and sister would pinch air and wiggle their pinkies before she'd resume spanking him.