"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.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Mrs Ogden returned with chicken for Wendy and sausages for Alan. They both peered suspiciously at their plates before reluctantly taking up their cutlery. There was a brief period of silence, apart from the sobbing sounds from the twins, while the six tucked in.
"I told you it'd be powdered mash potato" said Alan pulling a face.
"One more word!" said Betty threateningly.
"I'm only saying" said Alan.
Betty glared at him.
"I haven't criticised anything, I'm just saying it's powdered" said Alan "It's an observation that's all"
No-one was particularly pleased with their dinner. The sausages were overcooked, the chicken was dry, and as Alan had quite rightly pointed out, the mashed potato was rehydrated powder &150; just like the soup. The difference was the others were being stoic about it, not wanting to make a fuss or complain. Alan didn't understand why they didn't just tell Mrs Ogden she was a crap cook.
Alan played with his sausages, trying to cut the hard black tubes of fatty cereal with his blunt knife, until overzealousness shot the end of one across the table and onto the floor.
"For heaven's sake!" said Betty.
"They're burnt!" he complained, just as Mrs Ogden re-entered with Philip and Lorraine's dinners.
"They are not burnt" said Mrs Ogden "Most people like their sausages well done."
"Alan, what did I tell you?" said Betty in a harsh whisper. Alan dropped his cutlery down on his plate with a clatter and sat back in his chair, disassociating himself from the whole sorry mess. He looked down miserably at his now flaccid penis, and wondered if Wendy would notice if he put it back in his trousers.
"Alan, eat your dinner!" said Betty, and Mrs Ogden left the dining room again.
"No, it's crap!" said Alan loudly enough for Mrs Ogden to hear. She stopped in her tracks and turned "It might not be pizza, or burger, or whatever else rubbish you young people seem to think is food these days" she said angrily "But it is good wholesome home cooking."
Immensely embarrassed, Betty turned in her chair and gave Mrs Ogden an apologetic smile "I'm sorry, Mrs Ogden, he's been in a foul mood all week" she began truthfully "The food is lovely" she ended untruthfully. As she turned back to her dinner she spotted the twins sat teary eyed, red faced, and silent by the window. "And, can I borrow a wooden spoon or something similar" she added.
"A pleasure" replied Mrs Ogden, marching back to the kitchen.
"Eat!" Betty said to Alan, who having completely failed to understand his mother's request to Mrs Ogden remained obstinate and sulky.
Wendy had a very good idea of what her aunt had in mind, and as she chewed her tasteless dried out chicken she dropped a hand to Alan's lap. She patted his penis and made a symbolic move to put it back in his trousers; she had a pretty strong hunch it was coming out to play again soon. Alan looked at her questioningly. She smiled at him and nodded. With a huge wave of gratitude that bordered on genuine affection Alan shoved his sore penis back into his trousers and zipped them up.
Mrs Ogden crossed the dining room once again carrying two plates which she placed very carefully in front of the sobbing twins.
"Thank you!" said Lorraine threateningly.
"Thank you" chorused the twins with no gratitude in their voices whatsoever.
"Well, if you need to borrow this later" said Mrs Ogden taking a wooden spoon out of her pocket.
"Philip usually uses a slipper" said Lorraine.
"I think you'll find this is rather more effective" said Mrs Ogden, and she made her way towards Betty. Hearing Mrs Ogden's comment, and glad for the excuse to abandon her meal, Betty swivelled in her seat towards Mrs Ogden.
"Here we are" said Mrs Ogden cheerfully as she offered the spoon to Betty.
"No" said Jean, taking Betty by surprise "Let me. It might do more good coming from me."
"You go for it, girl" said Betty taking the spoon from Mrs Ogden and placing it on the table with a "Thank you".
As dense as Alan was, and as far as he had retreated into his miserable and sulky self, he sensed that something was up; something which did not bode well for him, but he still hadn't quite figured it out.
"Come over here, Alan" said Jean, and Alan looked up at her.
"What?" he said.
"Pardon!" said Betty.
"What?" said Alan, growing more confused by the second.
"Don't say 'what' it's rude, say 'pardon'" said Betty "And do as your aunt says"
"What for?" said Alan.
"Because I said so!" said Betty raising her voice in frustration.
"No, I mean come over there for what... I mean pardon... I mean... I don't know what I mean. What the hell's going on?" said Alan, equally frustrated and very confused.
"Alan, don't argue, just come over here!" said Jean patiently.
Alan got up, relieved that he was at least decent and manoeuvred himself round the end of the table to his aunt. The look on his face made it quite clear he still had no idea what was going on. Jean reached for the front of his trousers, and Alan suddenly jumped backwards "What the fuck are you doing?" he said in shock.
"Don't you dare use that language with me" said Jean at almost the same time as her sister yelled "Don't you dare use that language with your aunt."
Alan stared at both of them as though were speaking a foreign language. Jean reached for his trousers again, but he backed off. "Alan, come here and stand still" said Jean.
"Why, what are you going to do?" he asked suspiciously.
"I'm going to take your trousers down, and then your underpants, and then use this wooden spoon to teach you some manners" said Jean picking up the wooden spoon, waving it at him, and then putting it down again.
"What?" said Alan in complete shock.
"Pardon" shouted Betty "How many times!"
Alan shook his head, his mouth wide open with his eyes darting left and right as though looking for some clown to jump out and declare that he'd been framed.
"Jonathon will you come and deal with this son of yours" said Betty.
"No, the colour drift on the Canon is too stark, if you look at the charts, the Olympus..." continued Jonathan, paying no attention to his wife.
"Jonathon!" said Betty.
"What?" said Jonathon.
"Pardon" said Wendy under her breath.
"Will you deal with this son of yours" Betty repeated.
Jonathon looked at Alan impatiently.
"What do you expect me to do?" he said.
"Hold the little bastard" said Betty.
Jonathon got up with a big sigh and he approached Alan, even as Alan backed away from him.
"Dad, Auntie Jean wants to take my trousers down" said Alan feeling sure his father would put a stop to this charade immediately.
"Well just do as you're told" said Jonathon not really listening, and caring even less.
"Dad, she's going to... I mean here... in front of everyone" said Alan growing more desperate.
Jonathon grabbed his son by the shoulders and propelled him towards Jean "Well boo hoo, perhaps you should have thought of that before deciding to be a right misery guts all week."
Once he was in range Jean grabbed Alan by the front of the trousers and started to undo them again. Alan grabbed his waistband, and pushed his aunt's hands away "Auntie Jean, stop it!" he said petulantly.
Jean picked up the wooden spoon and whacked the side of Alan's thigh with it "Ow! Shit!" he yelled "That bloody hurt!"
Jean hit him again, and again until Alan hopped up and down at the pain screaming blue murder. "Grab his hands Jonathon, keep them out of the way" said Jean.
Jonathon sighed again, took hold of Alan's arms and pulled them back. Jean put the spoon down again and this time managed to undo Alan's trousers properly. "Dad!" he yelled.
"Oh don't be such a baby" said his father.
"Mum!" he tried.
"You heard your father" she replied.
"Auntie Jean!" was his last resort.
"Your bottom's going to get smacked young man" said Jean "And it is going to be naked." She pulled his trousers right down, and then quickly followed them with his boxer shorts. "Nooo!" shouted Alan in outraged indignations.
Philip and Lorraine were watching as they ate their dinner, which they thought was rather good, and so did Tracy and Kevin. The sight of someone else getting a bare bottom spanking in front of everyone somehow made theirs feel just a little bit less embarrassing.
"Dear God!" said Jean, pushing Alan's shirt up under his arms.
"What's the matter?" asked Betty, moving he chair aside so that she could see Alan properly.
"This boy's got a problem" said Jean unable to believe her eyes "Look at the state of his willy."
Alan blushed furiously, outraged and ashamed that his aunt and his mother were staring directly at his penis.
"Good Lord!" said Betty.
Jean took hold of his penis and rolled it back and forth examining it carefully "I think he's been, you know, playing with himself a bit much."
"A bit!" said Betty shocked "I'd say it looks like he's been at it all day every day."
"What have you been doing?" asked Jean. Alan dropped his head, stared at the floor, shamed into silence.
"I blame the internet" said Betty "I've got no idea what he's up to on the computer. He's probably looking at all this porn they've got."
"Alan!" said Jean, seeing her nephew in a completely new light "Have you been looking at porn in your computer?"
"No!" he said.
"It feels really hot" said Jean "This can't be healthy"
"I think he should see a doctor" said Betty.
As humiliated as he was, his aunt's examination of his penis was causing it to rise. He silently begged all the Gods in the heavens to spare him, but he could not reverse the process.
"Oh my God!" said Jean suddenly as she pulled her hand away "He getting... you know..."
Alan continued to rise to full prominence as his aunt and his mother stared in disbelief. Wendy giggled, she couldn't help herself, Alan's face, her mother and aunt's faces, were a picture. A picture she was capturing right now while keeping her mobile phone hidden between her folded arms.
"This isn't funny" said Betty.
"You won't think it's funny when I take your knickers down for a spanking" said Jean.
"Sorry" said Wendy most sincerely.
"No wonder he made such a fuss about me pulling his trousers down" said Jean.
"I don't know what to say" said Betty "I'm ashamed."
"Can I go now?" said Jonathon. Betty just nodded at him, and he returned to his seat shaking his head. "No, the lens on the Olympus..." he continued, carrying on where he had left off.
"Oh deary, deary me" said Mrs Ogden staring at Alan's erection "He does like showing that thing off."
"What do you mean?" asked Betty.
"He was sat at the table with it out, sticking up proud just like that. He knew I'd seen it, didn't bat an eyelid."
"When?" asked Betty, astonished at Mrs Ogden's accusation.
"Right from when I came to take your order. All the way through the soup, and when I brought the mains" said Mrs Ogden matter-of-factly.
"Why didn't you say something?" asked Jean.
"I thought you knew. I did make a comment but you brushed it off." said Mrs Ogden.
"You filthy monster" said Jean picking up the wooden spoon "You mean to say you were actually masturbating while were eating our dinner!?"
"Didn't you see anything?" Betty asked Wendy.
"I did, but I didn't know what to say. I didn't really know what he was doing, and... well, it was embarrassing" said Wendy trying to sound traumatised by the whole experience.
"There there, you poor thing" said Betty "It must have been awful for you"
Wendy nodded and tried a small sniff and sob. Betty reached over and patted her on the arm sympathetically.
"I'd noticed the way he was leering at Wendy" said Jean "But I didn't think he'd be getting up to this kind of thing." She grabbed him by his erection with no embarrassment or distaste this time and she used it as a handle to drag him over her lap.
"No, please don't" said Alan miserably.
"Don't? I most certainly will, and you're going to know all about it" said Jean and she lifted the wooden spoon high in the air.
"He's going to have to see the doctor when we get back" said Betty shaking her head "There must be a tablet or something, I don't know, but something to stop him from... what if he's a sex pervert?"
"Look at the state of his bottom. Where did that come from?" said Jean as she looked down at him lying across her lap. She stroked it gently. "It's as hot as his willy is."
Betty opened her mouth, closed it again, and then opened it a second time "I... he's... What have you been up to?" she yelled at him.
"He said something about playing with some rough boys in the forest" said Wendy helpfully.
"What boys?" asked Betty "Alan! What boys? Tell me!"
Alan just sobbed in shame, unable to think, unable to say anything at all. The experience of being over his aunt's lap practically naked with his mother and cousin and the rest of the dining room staring on was so humiliating he had retreated, like a tortoise, into himself.
"Hit him Jean. We can interrogate him after, when he's a bit more cooperative."
Jean hit him and Alan shrieked. Having found her mark, she hit him again, and again, and continued to hit him and he squirmed, then struggled, then struggled desperately in her lap. He sobbed and bawled and then begged for mercy as she rained blow after angry shocked blow down on his already bruised bottom.
"I blame the internet too" said Jean as she beat him ruthlessly and relentlessly.
"I knew we shouldn't have let him have that computer in his room. Well it's coming out now" said Betty, and then after a pause "Oh my God! Jonathon spends a lot of time on the internet!"
"So does Rick!" said Jean, who paused in her beating as she and Betty both turned to look at their respective husbands. They shook their heads and in unison said "No" before returning their attentions to Alan.
Jean started up again and she was finding it difficult to keep Alan down he was struggling so violently.
"Put him on the floor" said Mrs Ogden.
"Sorry?" asked Jean.
"Just lie him on his front, sit on his back. That's what I used to do when my boys got too big" she said.
"Good idea" said Jean as she grabbed Alan by the ear and pulled him from her lap. He hopped and danced, rubbing his bottom, tears streaming down his face "Please Auntie Jean, no more, please..." Alan bawled.
"Down on the floor!" said Jean.
"No, you'll hit me, don't please, it hurts..." Alan begged.
"Just smack him until he does as he's told" said Mrs Ogden.
Jean smacked him savagely with the wooden spoon, right at the top of the thigh. Alan leapt in the air, his now limp penis flying upwards as he screamed. Jean hit him again, and mercilessly brought the spoon across his thighs repeatedly while he jerked and leapt and bawled attached his aunt only by his agonised ear.
"Alright, alright, stop! Stop!" he shouted.
"On the floor" said Jean.
Alan lowered himself to the floor as quickly as his ear would allow until he lay full length, sobbing into his arms. Jean lifted her skirts and sat down on his back. Not the most dignified position in the world, but she could at least bring the spoon to bear from a different angle, striking down at his bottom from the top. She concentrated her efforts at the very bottom of the buttocks. Taking no account of the state of his bottom when she started, and equally little of the damage she had already done, she began a new savage barrage of blows to his bottom. Alan was screaming again and begging for mercy in seconds.
"Fruit salad or ice-cream?" asked Mrs Ogden.
"Um fruit salad please" said Betty.
"What flavour of ice-cream?" asked Wendy.
"Ordinary" said Mrs Ogden.
'That'll be crap then' thought Wendy, but she said "Fruit salad please."
Jonathon and Rick both chose ice-cream with no idea what flavour it was going to be and Jean paused her efforts for just a moment as she said "Fruit salad please"
"And for the young man?" asked Mrs Ogden.
"I think he's going to need something cold" said Jean.
"Ice-cream then" said Mrs Ogden before crossing to the other table.
Alan was in agony. His aunt was visiting upon him pain beyond any he had ever suffered or imagined before. Even more than he had suffered at the hands of the gang, and it just kept coming. He went into a panic and started to struggle desperately, as if his life depended on it, while he screamed and begged for mercy. Jean sensing that she wasn't going to be able to control him for much longer, even if she was sat on his back, stopped. She lay the wooden spoon down and rubbed his buttocks with both hands to try to calm him down.
"Are you going to behave yourself?" she asked.
"Yeees!" he yelled.
"Are you going to tell us what happened?" she asked.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, anything" he bawled.
Jean climbed up off his back and sat in her chair again. Betty gave Jean a grateful smile and her arm a comforting squeeze.
"Up you get then, Alan" said Jean. Alan rolled onto side, his limp penis flopping downwards. He drew his knees up slowly and he groaned through his sobbing. Slowly he pulled himself up into a half crouch, shuffling painfully from foot to foot.
Mrs Ogden delivered two bowls of fruit salad to the table, setting them down in front of Jean and Betty, she tutted and shook her head "You shouldn't go soft on them" she said as she headed away again.
"Come and stand in front of me" said Betty, and Alan shuffled painfully over to her, his face a red river of tears.
"You're going to get a beating from me as well young man..." Betty began.
"Nooo! Mum, please, no more..." wailed Alan.
"I haven't finished yet" said Betty sternly "How long and hard that beating is, will depend on how cooperative you are now. Do you understand?"
"I'll cooperate" he said desperately.
"So, you do as you're told and you answer my questions truthfully and promptly and I'll go easy on you, but if you lie to me, or if you try to evade, or you're difficult in any way, I promise you you'll get worse than Auntie Jean just gave you" said Betty.
"No, I'll be good I swear, I'll tell the truth" said Alan.
"You can start by getting properly undressed, I want to see what state the rest of your body's in" said Betty.
"Mum! Not here, please..." he said pleadingly.
"Are you going to get difficult already?" asked Betty sounding incredulous.
"No, I'm not being difficult, just... I'm just... there's people here watching, mum..." said Alan.
"I don't care" said Betty reaching for his t-shirt and pulling it off over his head. Alan stood immobile too afraid to struggle or resist as his mother slowly undressed him bit by bit until he stood stark naked in front of her. She turned him this way and that examining every part of him carefully.
Wendy continued to record, and while she was doing so she also had the opportunity to catch Tracy's eye again. She smiled and winked. Tracy smiled back, but didn't spare Wendy her attention for long, returning to staring at Alan's naked body. She realised now, in shock, that she really had been looking at his willy before and not some joke shop prosthetic. She wondered what terrible thing had happened to it to make it so big and stiff before, and why it was no longer like that. If she had not be so distracted by her own humiliating spanking she might have seen her brother Kevin in a similar state and been able to raise other questions, but she had missed the whole show.
"Where did you get the marks on your bottom?" asked Betty "And I don't mean the ones Auntie Jean put there, so don't try getting smart."
"Like Wendy said" said Alan trying, uncharacteristically, to think quickly "I met some boys in the forest, we were playing a game. They were a bit rough."
"What game, describe it to me" said Betty.
"They were showing off, you know, how brave they were, how hard, and they called me a chicken so I had to join in" said Alan.
"I said tell me about the game" said Betty.
"They were whacking each other on the bum with sticks" said Alan.
"And they whacked you too?" asked Betty. Alan just nodded.
"I've seen stuff like that on YouTube" said Wendy "Lots of kids do it."
"What's YouTube?" asked Jean.
"It's a website where people post videos" said Wendy.
"Of boys beating each other?" asked Jean horrified.
"No of lots of stuff, that's just some of it" said Wendy.
"Who puts this kind of stuff there? Perverts?" asked Betty.
"No, the kids do. Like Alan said, they're showing off, so all their mates can see, and other people" said Wendy.
"I told you Jean, it's the internet" said Betty "Have you seen this sort of thing on the internet?" she asked Alan.
He nodded "Just sometimes."
"Sometimes they do it with bare bums" said Wendy grinning.
"You'd better not be watching videos like that young lady" said Jean.
"No I haven't, I've just heard. What would I want to see a boy's bum for anyway?" said Wendy.
"Were these boys hitting each other on the bare bottom?" asked Betty.
Alan paused for a moment, not wanting to make matters worse, not knowing what she was going to believe, how she would react.
"So they were then" said Betty answering the question for him. Alan nodded weakly.
"Did they hit you on the bare bottom?" asked Betty. Alan nodded, his eyes downcast.
"And is this why you've been playing with yourself so obsessively Alan?" asked Betty "Is it because you're gay?"
"No, for fuck sake, I'm not gay!" said Alan appalled at the suggestion.
"Don't you use language like that" said Betty and she slapped him on the side of his bottom sharply.
"Ow! Sorry, but I'm not, I'm not gay!" said Alan.
"You can tell us" said Jean "If you are you are, you can't help it, it's just the way nature made you"
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, not nowadays anyway, we'll love you all the same" said Betty.
"I'm not though. Why aren't you listening to me. I'm straight!" complained Alan loudly.
Betty and Jean exchanged glances.
"We'll talk about that later" said Betty "When there aren't so many people around. Maybe you'll feel more comfortable with it then."
"No, just drop it, alright. I'm not gay, for God's sake. Pass Wendy over and I'll show you!" he yelled.
Betty smacked him again "Don't be disgusting, and don't talk about your cousin like that."
"If you think I'd let him anywhere near me" said Wendy.
"Wendy! Don't be rude about your cousin" said Jean sharply.
"Well look at him, God!" said Wendy.
"Maybe he'd look better if you were in the same state young lady" said Jean.
Wendy shut up.
"To be fair" said Betty "He's never shown any interest in shopping or interior design." She and Jean both laughed, while Alan stood humiliated.
"So why have you been masturbating so much" asked Betty.
"No reason" said Alan "It's normal, all the boys do it."
"Do they?" asked Betty "And you do it with them?"
"No!" said Alan.
"How do you know then?" asked Betty.
"Talk" said Alan "People talk, that's all."
Betty lifted Alan's penis in her hand "And this is normal?" She turned to her husband and brother- in- law "Try to stop talking about photography for a minute will you, and cast your minds back to when you were Alan's age, would you call this the result of normal masturbation?"
Jonathon and Rick looked over only with the greatest reluctance. They both grimaced and shook there heads "God no!" said Jonathon. "I don't think so, Betty" said Rick.
"How the hell would they know?" asked Alan.
"Believe it or not, Alan, your father and uncle were once boys themselves, and doubtless they discovered the delights of pleasuring themselves too. Hard to believe now, I know..." said Betty.
It was Alan's turn to grimace and shake his head "No way!" he said.
"So why, Alan? Why have you been masturbating so much that you've done this to yourself?" asked Betty emphasising her question with a couple of gentle tugs. Alan felt himself stiffening again, and as horrible an experience that was in his aunt's grasp it was even worse in his mother's.
"Please let go. Mum, it's not right, you shouldn't be..." he began.
She tugged him again "Don't be so silly, it's not like it's the first time I've touched it. And you used to get little erections when you were in nappies too. So just answer the question, or do I have to use the wooden spoon to persuade you?"
"No please don't, there's no reason, sometimes... I just do... I mean, it's private" said Alan, just wishing he would die, or his mother would. Right now he wasn't fussy which.
"Hand me the spoon, Jean, this boy needs some encouragement" said Betty.
"No!" shouted Alan "It's... it's... the internet. It's the internet, that's what it is. Porn on the internet."
"I knew it!" said Jean, passing Betty the spoon.
"Gay porn?" asked Betty suspiciously.
"No, regular porn, with women. Breasts and stuff" said Alan, his eyes glued paranoidly to the spoon.
"But we haven't had access to the internet since we've been here" said Wendy.
"She's right" said Betty "You'd better not be lying to me."
"I'm not, it's because I haven't had access, I'm missing it that's all" said Alan.
"They do say porn is addictive" said Jean.
"Well there isn't going to be any more porn, Alan, and there isn't going to be any masturbating either. This has got to stop" said Betty.
"Okay, I'll stop" said Alan.
"He can't stop completely" said Jean "I'm not sure that's healthy."
"How often is normal for a boy Alan's age to masturbate, Jonathon?" asked Betty.
"Oh, uh, once or twice a month, I suppose" he said.
"Then you can masturbate twice a month and no more" said Betty.
"What!? That's like... Not doing it at all" said Alan "Once or twice a day's normal" said Alan, not believing he was having this conversation with his mother.
"No wonder he's in this state" said Betty "You listen to me. Twice a month and no more, and if I find out you've been doing it more often, God help you! And absolutely no more this month, you're ration is more than used up."
"We'll have to check him" said Jean "To make sure he's no overdoing it and he doesn't exacerbate that situation" she pointed at his now fully erect penis.
"Daily" said Betty "Now get over my lap."
"Mum, please, I've been good and told the truth" pleaded Alan.
"And I said if you did I'd go easy on you. Do you want me to change my mind?" asked Betty.
"No, but... I..." began Alan.
Betty pulled him over her lap and he didn't resist. She put the spoon down, and instead, used her hand, but even with that Alan was reduced to tears in no time at all. She had not been going long before the other family started out of the dining room having finished their desserts.
Lorraine slowed as she passed Betty, hovered for a moment and then said "We're going to have a drink in the bar, I don't suppose you'd want to join us."
"That sounds lovely" said Betty "We'll meet you in there"
"Oh, good" said Lorraine sounding surprised. She turned to Tracy and Kevin "You two get upstairs to bed, now! If you're not in bed when I check on you, I'm going to be borrowing this wooden spoon next."
The twins bolted out of the door like champion greyhounds. Wendy grinned to herself.
Betty finished off with a last few smacks and then stroked Alan's bottom affectionately. "You can get up to your room too" said Betty "And if you give me any more trouble Alan, you know what to expect."
"And that goes for you too" Jean said to Wendy.
Wendy adopted the most shocked, most innocent expression, and she lifted her arms and shoulders in a classic Gallic shrug "What have I done?"
Alan escaped his mother's lap and grabbed for his pants.
"Don't bother with that" said Betty "You're only going to have to get undressed again to go to bed, just carry your clothes up."
Alan gathered up his clothes, and holding them in a bundle in front of his groin, he hurried out for the safety and privacy of his room.
Wendy followed close behind, watching Alan's very red bottom as she went.
Betty and Jean looked at their rather tired looking fruit salads and decided to give them a miss. They got up to go to the bar, forgetting to take their husbands with them.
Continued in Chapter Fifty Eight