Chapter 10
Late one night when she was near sleep Ted entered his mother's room and woke her. "Do you remember when we were kids," he asked, "and we had done something willfully which exhibited bad judgment, something which either embarrassed or inconvenienced the rest of the family?"
Frowning, Fran said, "No."
"Well, I do," Ted said. "I remember two or three such occasions, anyway. And you always gave us a spanking."
"I don't remember giving you more than two or three spankings," she said. "All through your childhood."
"That's enough," he said.
"So?"
"So don't you think your affair with Gene falls into that category?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "But don't you think I suffered enough over it?"
"It's a matter of principle."
"Well," Fran said, licking her lips, "if you insist." So saying, she threw back the covers, sat up, and lifted her nightgown off over her head.
Ted unbuckled his belt and drew it out through the loops.
As she lay naked, still on her back, looking up at him, Fran said, "Do you remember, those few times I spanked you, you would try to bargain with me?"
"Yes." he said, hesitating.
"Well," she said, licking her lips, "if you spank me with your bare hand rather than with your belt, you can spank me again later."
"A two for one bargain?"
"Yes." Without saying another word, Fran rolled onto her face, presenting Ted her naked posterior, and folded her hands behind her head.
Ted looked down at the trembling twin globes for a minute, then said, "On your knees. On the side of the bed."
Scrambling on all fours, Fran so positioned herself. Ted sniffed as his mother's musk rose to his nostrils. Before striking her buttocks with his open hand, he dipped his fingers into her slit and, yes, it was slick.