Geoff had many reasons to regret his outburst at the breakfast table that morning. Which was the worst part of the outcome had been open to debate, but here in this moment, he knew.
It wasn't so much the fire in his bottom invoked by his wife's long and hard warm-up slippering - although that was bad enough, especially considering what was to come.
It wasn't so much the fact that before that he'd had to take off every stitch of clothing in front of her visiting mother, Helen, even "those cute little-boy underpants" - although that was a humiliation straight out of his worst anxiety dreams.
It wasn't even the cruel glittering in Helen's eyes as she invited him over her lap for the "main event" with her polished hairbrush - although her eagerness seemed to promise the hiding of his life.
No.
What bothered Geoff the most was his involuntary erection. He often developed one while being spanked by Annie, but he was dismayed to find the effect undiminished by having Annie spank him in front of her domineering and oddly alluring mother.
Geoff had managed, more-or-less, to cover his crotch while he clambered awkwardly off Annie's knee. Now, however, he was sure he was going to have to move his hands - even if Helen didn't make him do it, which it seemed likely she would.
And then she would see, and that would be that. Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
