"Come here darling, I'll sort it for you" said Victoria.
Dave looked over at her, and climbed to his feet quickly. The idea of Victoria dealing with him was thrilling. He dashed over.
SMACK! "Ooooowwweeeeeee!" he shrieked as he jumped in the air. When he'd recovered enough to speak he asked "What was that for?" as though he'd just been the victim of the crime of the century.
"That was to sort it out for you, like I said" said Victoria "It's worked hasn't it?" she waved the ruler at his now limp penis.
"But, I thought..." he began.
"It'll teach you not to whine" said Victoria "Now get dressed!"
Dave pulled his clothes on mumbling to himself under his breath, something about spells and curses, and the Council of Evron.
Emily managed to start dragging her clothes on as her body recovered from her orgasm, and she looked forward to a good shower when she got home.
Paul and Katherine sang in harmony as they shared a simultaneous orgasm. Katherine shuddered from head to foot, moaning loudly, and Paul held her tight like a piece of flotsam in a stormy sea, saving himself from drowning.
"When we're all dressed and ready then" said Victoria cheerily "Wendy and Alan - back to your guest house. Katherine back to your naughty boys, and the rest of us &150; home for dinner."
Victoria felt strangely good.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
"Your willy must be ever so sore" Wendy said to Alan quietly as they followed their parents down to dinner. Alan didn't respond, he just frowned self-pityingly.
"It could probably do with cooling down a bit" she said thoughtfully. Alan blinked thinking it wasn't cooling down it needed, it was an ice-pack, preferably one filled with frozen nitrogen.
"So when we sit down for dinner I want you to open your fly and get out your willy, and leave it out all through dinner" she said. Alan was only half-listening, but this outrageous suggestion slowly worked its way through to his consciousness.
"What!?" he said, a little too loudly.
"Don't you two start arguing" said Alan's mother looking back at them sternly.
"We're not arguing" said Wendy placatingly.
"I'm not doing that!" Alan hissed at her.
"If you don't we'll spend the rest of the evening smacking it with a ruler again. Or if you're going to be difficult we'll pay Victoria another visit and see if she can suggest some way to get you to do as you're told" whispered Wendy threateningly.
Alan dropped his head miserably. He didn't want to have his willy touched by anything right now, least of all a ruler, and he certainly didn't want to go anywhere near Victoria. She scared him half to death.
"Just do as you're told or you're going to suffer" said Wendy, as they entered the guest house dining room.
Wendy forced the seating plan on the party by dragging Alan to the table ahead of their parents, while they once again paused to admire the tired and cluttered dining room with its enormous collection of tasteless ornaments. She seated Alan at the end of the table for six, and she sat down beside him, in the middle. When the parents arrived commenting on how long it must have taken to collect such a large number of interesting and beautiful objects, they sat in the spaces which remained. Wendy's mother, Jean, sat opposite Alan; Alan's mother, Betty, sat opposite Wendy, and the fathers sat across from one another at the opposite end to Alan.
The fathers were deep in conversation about UV filters before they had even taken their seats, while Jean and Betty planned a shopping trip to see if they too could buy ornaments as lovely for their own homes.
Wendy looked down at Alan's lap and frowned at the closed fly; the absence of any exposed male organ. She reached a hand down subtly, while playing with her cutlery with the other. Alan looked at her in shock as she drew his zip down. He started to open his mouth to say something; to object, but she gave him a look that turned his bones cold. Wendy fished a hand inside his trousers, inside his boxers, and pulled his sore penis out into the cool air of the dining room. She tugged it to make sure it came out as far as possible, and then she released it to sit nakedly in his lap.
Alan looked left and right fearfully, to see if anyone was looking; if anyone could see, but they were early as usual and no one else was in the dining room yet.
"Keep your hands above the table" whispered Wendy "Or I'm going to announce to everyone, very loudly, that you're playing with yourself."
Alan looked at Wendy in a panic and rested his hands carefully on the table.
"Wendy, please" he whispered back "What if someone sees?"
"You'd better start thinking of a good excuse" said Wendy.
Betty laughed "No, I like that one best" she said as she pointed to a ceramic figure of a naked boy in a pose that suggested he was taking a wee. This unusual 'novelty' teapot made use of the boy's willy as a spout.
"It's so cute" said Jean.
"Reminds me of Alan when he was younger" said Betty.
"He was so adorable then" said Jean.
Both ladies looked at Alan and smiled at him nostalgically. Alan blushed furiously.
"Aw, look he's shy" said Jean.
"He used to run about the house stark naked half the time" said Betty.
"And he couldn't stop playing with his little willy if I remember right" said Jean.
Alan blushed even more. "Mum, will you shut up!" he said.
"I expect it's grown a bit since then" said Betty, ignoring Alan's objection.
"He's probably still playing with it though" said Jean.
Wendy smiled broadly, and her mother frowned at her "I do hope you don't know what we're talking about" her mother said to her.
"What? Sorry I wasn't listening, I was just looking at that teapot over there. I think that one's cute too" said Wendy. She pointed to another insufferable novelty teapot of a boy draped naked over a woman's lap having his bottom smacked. The mothers laughed.
"I seem to remember that Alan used to be rather better behaved when you used to take him over your lap like that" said Jean.
"Oh he hasn't been spanked since he was twelve" said Betty "He's a bit old for that now."
Wendy was surprised, and even a little shocked, at how the two women were talking about Alan, right in front of him and her, when their talk was so obviously embarrassing him. She had the distinct impression that they were enjoying embarrassing him and doing it on purpose.
"Well perhaps you should start again, it might improve his manners" said Jean.
"No way!" said Alan, outraged by the suggestion.
"Would it improve your behaviour?" asked his Betty.
"No! It wouldn't!" he said instantly.
"So what would then?" she asked.
"Um..." said Alan, not sure how to reply.
They were interrupted by Mrs Ogden, their elderly landlady who glided up to their table with her professional landlady smile. She naturally placed herself at the ladies end of the table.
"Good evening" she said.
"Good evening" replied everyone bar Alan, who just cringed.
"The soup tonight is tomato, or chicken" she announced.
"Same as every other night then" said Alan.
"Don't be rude" said Betty.
"And the main course is sausage and mash, or chicken Kiev and mash, both with peas" said Mrs Ogden with a smile.
"Is there a vegetarian option?" asked Wendy, not because she was a vegetarian but because she didn't fancy either of the offerings.
"Yeh, the sausages" said Alan "There won't be any meat in them."
"Alan! Stop it! You're showing us up!" his mother said to him sharply "I'm sorry, Mrs Ogden, you know what teenagers are like"
Mrs Ogden smiled at her; she looked Alan up and down "He just needs a bit of discipline that's all" she said "My boys were never so rude when they were that age."
Betty nodded. Mrs Ogden's brow creased slightly and she leaned to the side peering down at Alan's lap. She saw his penis lying there in open site, and looked up to his face. Alan could see exactly where she was looking, and he blushed even more furiously than before. Mrs Ogden took a step to the side and placed a hand on his shoulder "I expect you'll find he's not quite such a big boy as he imagines" she said.
A family of four entered noisily and seated themselves at a table by the window, placing themselves alongside Alan. The mother and father looked harassed and argued over a guide book as they sat. The two children, a girl and a boy of about twelve, and obviously twins, argued about the television.
"I'm not watching that crap!" said the boy, Kevin.
"But it's my turn, you chose yesterday" said the girl, Tracy.
"Yeh, but I always choose good stuff" he said.
"Will you two stop arguing!" said their mother, Lorraine, "It's Tracy's turn and that's an end to it!"
"I'm not dragging round another bloody museum" said their father, Philip, stabbing the guide book aggressively.
"We're supposed to be doing something educational" said Lorraine.
"Well you can sod education, I'm bloody bored to death with it" said Philip.
"I'll let you think about it" said Mrs Ogden "I'll take your orders in a minute." She glided professionally over to the table of four.
Betty leaned across the table towards Alan and she spoke in an angry loud whisper "You behave yourself, if you show me up again I'll..." she paused for a moment "I will take you over my lap, fourteen or not!"
Alan blushed again and was about to protest, but he thought better of it and remained silent.
"Probably do him the world of good" said Jean.
"We did a project on this at school" said Wendy making it up as she went along "Looking at corporal punishment and stuff, and it said that it's not so much the pain of being spanked that works with older boys, but the humiliation."
"Really?" said Betty, referring not to the revelation about humiliation but to the fact that the school had studied the subject. For convenience Wendy took her to mean the former though.
"Yes, so it seems. It makes sense though, a fourteen year old boy having his pants pulled down in front of his mother, or his aunt or something is very embarrassing, and that's as effective as the pain."
"That does make sense" said Jean.
"The more people who witness it the better" added Wendy, pushing it "Especially if they're girls"
"Would that work for you, Alan?" asked Betty.
"No it wouldn't!" he said "Will you stop talking about it, it's embarrassing!" he said loudly.
"Well stop embarrassing me then!" said Betty.
Everyone went quiet, except the fathers who discussed framing a shot of the pond they'd seen today; eliminating the glare and reflection from the water and capturing the weed and the fish within.
"Have we decided?" asked Mrs Ogden, returning to the table and standing directly beside Alan, where she had an excellent view of his exposed penis.
All six people expressed their preference for either tomato or chicken soup, and then followed that with their preference for the main course. Alan was last.
"I'll have pizza please" said Alan, trying to sound as polite as possible.
"Sausage and mash or chicken Kiev and mash, both with peas" said Mrs Ogden automatically.
"Can't I have pizza?" he asked. Betty glared at him.
"I'll put you down for sausage and mash" said Mrs Ogden "It looks like you like a bit of sausage."
She glided across to the other table again, without giving Alan a chance to argue.
"Will you just behave yourself!" said Betty.
"I don't like mash, and it'll be powdered anyway, and the sausages'll be crap" he moaned.
"What do you expect?" asked Betty "It was cheap. If you want to stay at the Hilton that's fine - you can pay for it!"
Alan dropped his head sulkily, and stared at his poor sore willy. He wanted to escape this awful guest house, this awful holiday. He wanted to return to the way things were before. He wanted to be able to put his penis back in his pants, but he knew that Wendy would tell Victoria, and she would torture him horribly for his disobedience. He felt tears coming to his eyes.
Wendy had caught the eye of Tracy sat at the nearby table, and she smiled at her. Tracy smiled back. Wendy tried to attract Tracy's attention to Alan's lap by moving her eyes backwards and forwards in that direction. Tracy frowned, not understanding what Wendy was doing, but eventually she did look down and her mouth dropped open. She wasn't quite sure, but it looked like the boy sat next to Wendy had his willy out. She couldn't really believe it and assumed that the girl and boy were playing some kind of trick on her, making her look stupid. She looked away again.
Wendy dropped her hand down into her lap, and then slid it across to Alan's. As surreptitiously as possible she stroked his penis, trying to provoke some activity in it. Alan gasped in shock, looked down, and then looked up again. His mother and aunt were deep in conversation abut their proposed shopping trip again, and neither of them was paying him or Wendy any attention.
Despite Alan's soreness, and despite his desperate desire to remain as flaccid and small as possible, the situation he found himself in was so bizarre that he couldn't prevent his body from reacting. Sat in the guest house dining room, surrounded by people, with his mother and aunt sat opposite, the experience of having his penis fully exposed and having Wendy stroking it was too much to cope with. His penis rose like a lark at dawn. It all but sang as it flew upright to bob gently in his lap. His face betrayed terror and humiliation, and he froze; willing his penis to collapse.
With a broad smile, Wendy removed her hand and put it back on the table. She tried to catch Tracy's eye again.
"I don't see why we've got to share a room anyway, he smells" complained Tracy to her mother.
"Separate rooms cost more" said Lorraine impatiently.
"Can't he sleep in the hallway" said Tracy.
"Stop moaning, for God's sake. It's all you two do, moan, moan, moan. I'm sick of it!" said Lorraine.
"It's supposed to be a holiday" said Philip "It's supposed to be fun."
"Well it's not" said Tracy sullenly.
"Well we won't bother next year then" said Lorraine.
"Good" said Tracy.
"Don't you take that tone with me, girl" said Lorraine.
"She's always ungrateful" said the Kevin.
"You can shut up as well!" said Philip. The twins sat in sulky silence. Not speaking but still making it absolutely clear what they thought of the crappy holiday they were being forced to endure.
"I don't know why we bothered!" said Lorraine.
"It was your bloody idea!" said Philip.
"Don't you blame me!" said Lorraine "If you weren't such a tight-arse we could have gone to the Costa del Sol or somewhere."
"Waste of bloody money!" he said "We'll do a day trip to Margate next year then."
Tracy looked up and across to Wendy. She was bored out of her mind and convinced she wouldn't be able to tolerate the tedium of their holiday a second longer. Any distraction would be a blessed relief. She looked across at Alan's lap again and saw that the pretend willy was now upright. She frowned. It looked so unrealistic she couldn't believe they were trying to fool her with it. It was far too big and red to be a willy, and besides, willies didn't stick up like that, they were floppy and hung down. She shook her head and wondered what they were using for their trick.
Mrs Ogden returned carrying bowls of rehydrated powder that only minimally resembled tomato and chicken soup. It was rather watery and the tiny sprigs of tired looking parsley drowning in the centre of each bowl failed to make it look any more appetising. She placed the bowls on the table with a smile, serving Betty and Jean first.
Everyone stared at the soup disconsolately, reminding themselves that the guest house was at least cheap. Mrs Ogden returned with more soup and served Jonathon and Rick, before returning once again with Wendy's and Alan's.
Mrs Ogden smiled as she put the bowls down, her eyes fixed on Alan's erection. "He does like to show off doesn't he" she said.
Betty looked up "He's always showing off" she said "As if he's going to impress anyone." She gave Alan a warning glare just in case he decided to make some comment to show her up. As Mrs Ogden put Wendy's bowl down, she dropped a hand under the table and gave Alan's erection a quick squeeze "Well he doesn't have anything to show off about."
Wendy smiled at Mrs Ogden as she reached for the salt, hoping to impart some flavour to the bowl of water in front of her. Mrs Ogden smiled back before heading back to the kitchen.
Salt and pepper were scattered liberally across the table; spoons were lifted, and soup was slurped politely. No-one commented.
Mrs Ogden repeated her trip to the kitchen as she supplied the other table with equally unappetising fare. Philip searched for the salt cellar in vain. "There's no salt" he said disappointedly.
In an extraordinarily rare moment of helpfulness Tracy stood up "I'll get some" she said, with no interest in rescuing her father from his bland starter.
"You should be more like your sister!" said Philip to Kevin. He grimaced and wrinkled his nose at his soup.
Glad for an opportunity to escape her dull and irritating family, even if only for a few seconds, and curious about what strange object the boy and girl at the next table were using for their practical joke, she approached Alan and Wendy's table. She planted herself right next to Alan, staring down at his groin "Can I have your salt" she asked "We haven't got any."
"Please!" shouted Lorraine across to her.
"Please" said Tracy reluctantly.
"Go on then" said Wendy's mother, pushing the salt cellar across to her.
Tracy stared down at Alan's willy completely perplexed. It looked a bit like a willy only different. She couldn't tell what it was and supposed it must be something they'd got from a joke shop or something. "It isn't even convincing" she said.
"It is a little bit chickeny" said Jean "And it has got bits in it."
Tracy gave Wendy a disparaging stare then retreated with the salt cellar.
"I think someone fancies you" said Betty watching the girl retreat. Alan scowled.
Philip held his hand out for the salt, but Tracy sat down, ignoring him, and poured salt on her own soup before dumping the cellar on the table. Kevin grabbed it before his father had a chance to react.
"Fucking hell" said their father "You should show some bloody respect, you little bastards!"
"Philip! Language! Not in front of polite company!" said Lorraine. She offered an apologetic smile around the room, but no-one paid any attention.
After the boy had salted his bowl and put the salt cellar down again, his father cuffed him around the head before picking it up.
"Ow! What was that for?" whined the boy.
"Mind your manners!" said his father.
The boy slurped his soup noisily with a frown and Tracy grinned at him, enjoying his suffering.
"And you can wipe that smile off your face an' all!" said Philip.
"Oh yeh, we're supposed to be on holiday and enjoying ourselves, I forgot" she said and forced a miserable expression on her face.
"Don't you cheek me or I'll take a slipper to your arse when we get back upstairs!" said Philip.
"They can both have the slipper" said Lorraine.
"Good mind to do it right here!" said Philip.
Tracy and her twin went very quiet, and ate their soup in silence.
"Might be just what Alan needs" suggested Jean looking up at Alan to gauge his reaction. Alan swallowed hard and looked up in protest, he was about so say something, something about how his mother wouldn't dare, but his aunt's gaze caused him too much embarrassment. He closed his mouth and dropped his head again, refreshing his blush as he did so.
"Don't tempt me" said Betty.
"No, I'm serious" said Jean.
Alan's mum looked at Alan, saw his blush, his obvious embarrassment at the prospect "You know, I think I might" she said.
"You wouldn't da..." began Alan, unable to control himself.
"Wouldn't I?" asked his mother "You just try me!"
Alan dropped his spoon noisily in his empty soup bowl, the only protest he dared make. Wendy grinned at him enjoying his discomfort and the talk of spanking him.
"And you can stop smiling" said Jean "You're no angel yourself"
"I haven't done anything" said Wendy, her voice full of surprise and innocence.
"Well just you keep it that way" said Jean "Or we'll take the both of you over our laps at the same time."
"Right here in the dining room" said Betty.
Wendy frowned and placed her spoon down quietly at the side of her bowl.
"You should get yourself a hobby, like photography" said Alan's father, Jonathon "That'll keep you out of trouble"
"I'd rather die" mumbled Alan.
Alan's mother might have castigated Alan for his rude remark, but she found the whole subject of photography so dull herself that she sympathised with Alan's feelings, and certainly did not want to encourage another practitioner in the family.
Mrs Ogden returned to clear away the soup bowls. She started at Alan's end of the table and again leant over him to reach Wendy's bowl. She stroked his erection again, giving his glans a little tweak as she did so. Alan yelped slightly and shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. Mrs Ogden continued with her work as though nothing had happened. She didn't know why the boy was displaying himself so rudely, but she had raised three sons of her own, and knew they sometimes had very rude habits, especially concerning their private parts. She assumed that Alan got some sort of thrill from displaying himself this way in front of his cousin with other people unaware nearby. She saw no reason to spoil his, or her, fun at the moment.
Tracy kept staring over, still confused at what sort of trick was being played and why. It occurred to her that if they could try to play such a trick on her, she could play the same trick on her brother. She leaned across to him and whispered "That boy's got his willy out."
Kevin looked at her, sucking his lips in and frowning, trying to figure out what she was talking about. "Over there" she whispered, nodding towards Alan. Kevin looked over and his mouth dropped open. Surprise and shock were written all over his face. Tracy didn't want him giving the game away so she pinched his leg "Don't tell anyone!" she whispered fiercely.
Kevin jerked his leg up painfully "Ow!" he yelped. His knee hit the underside of the table "Shit!" he added as the nauseating pain exploded from his kneecap. The table jumped, and before he could catch it Philip's glass of beer toppled over with a crash, and beer swam across the table like a tidal wave. His mother and father were both drenched, with beer cascading from the table like a waterfall into their laps. Two chairs scraped back noisily as they tried to avoid the spill.
"She pinched me!" shouted Kevin, far from convinced any explanation was going to save him now.
Philip leapt to his feet and came round the side of the table. The boy could see the fury in his eyes and he knew he was in deep shit. He backed away against the window. "She pinched me!" he shouted again, growing desperate and very afraid. Philip reached around Tracy to grab for the Kevin but he squashed himself against the window in terror.
"Come here you little bastard, you're coming upstairs with me!" he yelled.
Mrs Ogden came over with a cloth, tutting at the mess. Philip pushed past Tracy knocking her chair "Oooow!" she said Petulantly.
"It was her fault she pinched me, she made me do it!" shouted Kevin, terrified of his father's anger.
"You've had it coming!" said Lorraine advancing on Tracy, suspecting she had something to do with it, and even if she hadn't she was sick of her attitude anyway.
"No dad, please..." yelled Kevin as he was finally grabbed by the front of his shirt and dragged away from the table.
"There's no need to go all the way upstairs if you don't want you" said Mrs Ogden "If our other guests wouldn't mind." She looked over at Alan's table. Jonathon and Rick were trying to continue their conversation despite the disruption and paid no attention. Jean and Betty were already looking over at the commotion and wondering what on earth was going on.
"Oh, not at all" said Jean.
"You go ahead" said Betty "It might give Alan here something to think about."
Philip had dragged Kevin out from the table and holding him roughly by the arm he began to undo the boy's jeans.
"No dad, not here!" shouted Kevin in disbelief. His father ignored his protests and undid the button at the top of his trousers.
"Noooo!" shouted Ken grabbing the top of his trousers. His father smacked him hard on the bottom. "Ow!" yelped Kevin struggling to free himself. Philip grabbed his son's wrists in one beefy hand and dragged them out of the way, while his other unzipped Kevin's trousers.
"Please dad no... it was an accident... Tracey pinched me... I'm sorry..." yelled Kevin in desperation, unable to believe that his father would take his trousers down in public.
Lorraine pulled Tracy up from her chair by her arm while Tracy tried to back away "It wasn't me mum... I didn't do anything..." Tracy cried loudly. Lorraine paid no attention to her protests and grabbed at the elasticated waistband of Tracy's pink striped blue trousers.
"No mum... don't... please... don't... I'll be good, I swear..." cried Tracy trying to escape her mother's grasp.
Kevin was growing frantic in his attempts to protect himself from the humiliation of having his trousers pulled down in front of the other diners, and he twisted violently to the side to face away from them. Philip paused in the undressing of his son to clout him three more times on the bottom.
"Ow! No... get off me..." yelled Kevin.
Philip grabbed at Kevin's trousers again and pushed them down to his knees. "Dad no... I'm sorry... not here" shouted Kevin in outrage "Upstairs, take me upstairs!"
Lorraine was fighting her own battle with Tracy as she hauled her trousers down. Tracy tried to cover her pink knickers with her hand to prevent anyone from seeing them; unable to believe that her mother had exposed her so indecently in the dining room. Lorraine pulled Tracy's chair out and sat on it. She tried to drag Tracy over her lap but she was still trying to wrestle free, while covering he knickers with one hand.
"Mum... you can't... not in front of everyone... I didn't do anything... It was Kevin... you know what a little sod he is" she shouted already beginning to cry. Tracy was suddenly stunned when her mother slapped her hard across the face. She burst into tears and her mother dragged her over her lap quickly. "You've been asking for this all week, you little bitch!" said her mother harshly. She wrapped an arm around Tracy's midriff to hold her tight and then she began pulling Tracy's knickers down. "No, fuck off, don't you dare..." shouted Tracy bucking and squirming to get free.
"You're really going to get it now, you foul mouthed little vixen!" said Lorraine and she started to pummel Tracy's bottom. She smacked hard and very fast, giving Tracy no time to recover from one smack before the next arrived. Tracy screamed and struggled but her mother's berserk fury had equipped her with uncommon strength.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! No! Ow! Ow! Get off me! Ow! Ow! Fuck! Ow! Ow! I fucking hate you! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! You bitch!" shouted Tracy at the top of her voice.
Kevin actually kicked his father as he felt him take hold of the front of his light blue briefs. He dropped his head, pushed his bottom out away from his father's reach and struggled like a demon. Philip growing even more furious and even more impatient took advantage of Kevin's position and grabbed at his t-shirt. He pulled it right off his head, leaving Kevin thrashing in just his pants, with his only other clothing at his feet. He grabbed at Kevin's arms and pulled them together while Kevin continued to try to keep as much distance between himself and his father as possible, and to break free so that he could make a run for it. He was sure that if he could get away, even if it was just out of the dining room, he'd be safe. His father would race after him, but he was convinced that in his fury he'd deal with him wherever he caught him, and if that was away from the other diners, a place with no witnesses, it would be far preferable.
Philip clamped a large hand around Kevin's two gathered wrists and, holding them in a vice like grip, he drew Kevin's arm up in the air pulling his son towards him. Kevin could hear his sister screaming and shouting and he could hear what sounded like bare flesh being smacked, but he couldn't believe that his mother would have pulled his sister's knickers down in public. His own state of undress made him feel incredibly vulnerable, he was basically naked apart from his pants and his father had already signalled his intention to pull those down. The idea that he could be stripped naked in this way in front of these other strangers was just too outrageous and Kevin was terrified.
"No dad... please... I'm sorry... it was an accident. I'm sorry.... I'm sorry... Please don't, for fuck's sake don't!" he screamed.
Mrs Ogden tutted at the foul language while she wiped the table and watched the two children get their just desserts.
Wendy, having fumbled briefly in her pocket, shoved her mobile phone under the table at Alan "Film it!" she whispered.
"What?" said Alan, not taking his eyes off Tracy's twelve year old bottom wiggling just a few feet away from him. "Film it!" she repeated "Or else!" Alan took the phone, looked down at it briefly while he pressed buttons, then held the camera carefully under the table. "Him, not her!" whispered Tracy. Alan adjusted the angle of the camera, frowning at the thought that he might get caught and be thought a pervert.
Jean and Betty just stared open mouthed at the performance. You just didn't see children being spanked in public these days, and most definitely not on their bare bottoms. As shocked as they were at the sight Betty and Jean also thought that the twins fully deserved their punishment for their foul language if not for anything else. Even Jonathon and Rick had postponed their conversation and were watching Tracy's bottom being pummelled, feeling guilty that they should be enjoying such a sight.
"You're hurting me!" complained Kevin loudly as he was dragged towards his father. His wrists, clamped tightly in his father's hand were being crushed, and his attempts to resist his father's summons were putting undue strain on his shoulder joints.
"Good!" shouted Philip giving Kevin one almighty tug and drawing him close in one swift motion. Kevin dangled beside his father, his arms right up in the air above his head, unable to protect himself. Philip reached down quickly and pulled Kevin's pants straight down.
"Noooo! Fuck off! Noo! Dad! Please... No not here! Fuck!" shouted Kevin as he twisted his body savagely to hide himself from the inquisitive eyes of the other diners. Kevin's penis was clearly visible to the table of six as his pants came down, and there were gasps of surprise as contrary to expectations he was half erect. His penis was not thick, but it was long and it stood proud from his body at the horizontal, sticking out quite a distance. His scrotum had begun to drop just a little, but there was no sign of any pubic hair yet, although that was obviously not far away. As Kevin twisted and struggled his penis bobbed up and down and from side to side, and in doing so it grew even more erect. Kevin could feel it; it was so obvious, painfully obvious. He blushed crimson and tried to lift his knees to provide some cover for himself. Being so aware of his naked and erect penis being on display like this was mortifying and he cried while begging his father to stop "Not bare! Please dad not bare! There are people! Please dad... I'm sorry I won't do it again... For fuck sake... Mercy...."
Philip's only response was to bring his other large hand down hard and sharp on Kevin's bottom. The crack echoed around the dining room walls and Kevin yelped loudly "Aieee!"
Lorraine had neither slowed nor softened as she unleashed an entire week's worth of frustration on Tracy's bottom. Some of this frustration had been caused by Tracy, but much of it had been caused by Kevin and Philip. This expression rained down on Tracy's bottom fiercely with hard stinging slaps and Tracy struggled in her mother's lap to avoid the bombardment. Tracy wailed and shrieked in pain, struggling to get free from her mother's grip, and her legs flailed wildly behind her giving the dining room an unintentionally frank view of her pussy.
Philip was a strong man, and he held nothing of his own frustration back as his large hand pounded Kevin's bottom. Kevin was also wailing and shrieking as his father landed hefty blows to his bottom. The pain was savage and he twisted and tugged in his desperate attempt to break free. His own display, with his erect penis bouncing in plain view, was even more frank than Tracy's, and he bawled with the humiliation of it.
Mrs Ogden finished her task of cleaning up the spilt beer and she hurried back to the kitchen with the sopping cloth, tutting as she went.
Lorraine released Tracy from her grasp and the girl leapt to her feet crying and rubbing her bottom furiously. Jean, Betty and Wendy, who were watching Kevin's display, switched their attention to Tracy momentarily as she gave an involuntary, but clear view of her pubescent pussy. Fine hair had only just begun to grow, but its dark colour showed clearly against the paleness of her skin. Suddenly realising that everyone was staring at her, Tracy rammed a hand between her legs and snatched her knickers up; bawling her eyes out, she forced them back on quickly.
"Get yourself sat down and shut up!" shouted Lorraine. Tracy dressed as quickly as humanly possible, still bawling and, without meeting anyone's eyes, she sat carefully and buried her head in her arms on the table.
Philip landed a final three crashing blows on Kevin's bottom before letting go of his wrists. Kevin fell to the floor and curled up in a ball. "Get back in your seat, and if I hear one word out you..." Philip didn't finish the sentence. Kevin grabbed for his pants, still coiled around his ankles, and pulled them desperately towards his naked bottom and groin. He didn't bother to straighten them properly as he dragged his trousers up to join them.
"Now!" shouted Philip, and Kevin leapt up and ran back to his seat. He sat before doing his trousers up and he buried his head in his hands on the table too. The twins sobbed in shame and humiliation as the fire in their bottoms nagged urgently at their brains.
Lorraine and Philip also took their seats, feeling a little self-conscious, and now their initial anger had worn off they were afraid that the other diners might start complaining at their harsh treatment of their children.
Jean reacted first. She slowly raised her hands and began clapping. Betty swiftly followed her example. Lorraine and Philip looked over, rather embarrassedly, but they smiled weakly when Jonathon and Rick joined the applause.
"Well done!" said Jean "It makes a nice change to see parents taking responsibility for their unruly kids."
"Well" said Philip "They've been asking for it all week. Both of them" he offered by way of explanation.
"Well good for you!" said Betty.
"They can be right little buggers" said Lorraine "They've been driving us up the wall for the entire time we've been here."
"Well if they misbehave again" said Mrs Ogden returning from the kitchen with two plates of chicken Kiev and mash "You just give them a good hiding. I'm sure no-one will mind."
"Except perhaps the kids" said Jonathon with a laugh.
"That's rather the point" said Mrs Ogden placing the plates in front of Jean and Betty.
"Well you two had better take note" said Jean looking at Alan and Wendy "Because if you give us any more trouble you can expect exactly the same." Jean looked at Betty for confirmation.
"Absolutely" said Betty "Then we'll see whether your attitude improves."
"Mum!" said Wendy "No way are you going to abuse me in public like that."
"Are you challenging me?" asked Jean.
"No" said Wendy, retreating in front of her mother's rather scary look and the hard edge in her voice. Alan remained silent, and Wendy snatched her phone back from him. She fiddled with her phone while she waited for her chicken, making sure that she had a good recording of the twelve year old boy's stiffy waving about while he got his arse smacked. Her experiences with Victoria had taught her the importance of video evidence, and satisfied, she put her phone away with a half smile.
Continued in Chapter Fifty Seven